Farewell

"You should really take it with you; it can protect you if you run into danger on the road." Tang San gripped the Sleeve Arrow, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Don't worry, Brother. If I encounter any insurmountable danger, I'll just teleport back." Tang Liu smiled and said, leaving a mark on the chair he was sitting on. "If I run into danger I can't handle, I'll teleport here. Grandmaster is here, so he'll notice me in time. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

As he spoke, Tang Liu pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged on the chair, assuming a meditative posture to prepare to recover his soul power.

"By the way, Brother, aren't you going to check on Xiao Wu and the others?" Tang Liu opened his eyes not long after closing them and said to Tang San.

Seeing Tang San's hesitant expression, he understood that his brother was worried about him, so he laughed. "Oh, I already told you I'm fine. Is watching me cultivate really that interesting? Go find Xiao Wu; what if they run into trouble?" He remembered that the work-study students had been bullied by the regular students, though he wasn't sure if the timing had shifted, given they had spent two days in the Soul Hunting Forest.

Tang San stood in front of Tang Liu, hesitating for a long time before nodding, then left the office, looking back every few steps.

As the sound of the door closing echoed, the smile on Tang Liu's face slowly faded. He stopped meditating, as he had never actually learned how to cultivate—how was he supposed to recover soul power?

Closing his eyes, he let his mind slowly sink inward, and then, he arrived once again above that pitch-black night sky.

Blue-black stars were scattered about; in the distant horizon lay a dense cluster of stars, while around him, four lonely stars were dispersed.

One was beneath him, while the other two were slowly moving in different directions.

And there was one more...

Martial Soul Hall.

"That is how it happened." Su Yuntao reported everything he had experienced on this trip to Ma Xiunuo in full detail.

After listening, Ma Xiunuo narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining silent as if contemplating something.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Let's leave this matter as it is."

"Are we not going to continue the investigation, Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo?" Su Yuntao asked respectfully.

"No need. Although some parts of this matter don't hold up to scrutiny, according to what you said, that child suspected of having innate super soul power has a problem with his brain, and it sounds quite severe. Such a person, even if he becomes powerful in the future, cannot be used by our Martial Soul Hall. Although he knew how to hide his strength during the awakening, which shows the child is not lacking in intelligence, brain disorders are the hardest to cure. Whether he can even continue to live is a question in itself. So, let's leave it at that. Go to Holy Soul Village now and see if you can recall the people sent there ahead of time," Ma Xiunuo said indifferently.

"Yes." Su Yuntao acknowledged the order and then withdrew.

It seemed that the matter of Tang Liu having innate super soul power had been resolved.

Receiving Ma Xiunuo's order, Su Yuntao immediately set off on horseback.

Of course, he was not riding an ordinary horse, but a domesticated ten-year soul beast, a Wind Chasing Horse.

The Wind Chasing Horse had no other special traits, but it was incredibly fast; otherwise, Su Yuntao would never have been able to catch up to the Martial Soul Hall team that had left for Holy Soul Village several hours earlier.

Within an hour, Su Yuntao covered nearly half the distance from Nuoding City to Holy Soul Village, intercepted the Martial Soul Hall team, and recalled them.

And at this very moment, it was exactly when Tang Liu returned to Notting Academy.

The sun sank below the horizon, and as the sky gradually darkened, night fell.

Tang Liu wore a black robe, the hood covering most of his face, and quietly slipped out of the back gate of Notting Academy.

To avoid being seen, neither Grandmaster nor Tang San came out to see him off; they had simply said their goodbyes in the office before Tang Liu left.

Taking advantage of the night was the perfect time to depart.

Once out of Notting Academy, Tang Liu was in no rush to leave. He walked with a clear purpose toward the densely populated residential areas, finally stopping in a dark, narrow alley.

Removing his hood, he first looked around, and after confirming there was no one nearby, he spoke in a low voice.

"Dad, are you there?"

Without a sound, a person appeared behind Tang Liu.

Tang Liu felt his black robe flutter from a sudden gust of wind. He turned around and was startled to see a tall figure also dressed in a black robe.

The figure suddenly reached out, covering Tang Liu's mouth to stifle his exclamation.

Feeling the warmth from the palm, Tang Liu let out a sigh of relief, then moved the hand away and hugged the figure's waist.

The dark clouds in the sky drifted away, and the moon, which had been obscured, immediately shone bright.

As the moonlight spilled down, the figure's stubbly, haggard, yet still handsome face became clear.

It was none other than Tang Hao.

Suddenly hugged by Tang Liu, he stiffened for a moment before reaching out to gently pat Tang Liu's back.

"Let's go," he said indifferently, then scooped Tang Liu up. His figure soared rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he reached an altitude of a thousand meters, flying at high speed toward Holy Soul Village.

Soul power radiated from his body, forming an invisible barrier to protect Tang Liu from the gale-force winds generated by the high-speed flight and the freezing cold of the high altitude.

As for why Tang Hao appeared, that went back to a few days ago, the day Tang San and Tang Liu left Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao was drinking the porridge from the pot that hadn't even been re-boiled, almost without pause, gripping the edges of the iron pot with both hands, ignoring the intense heat radiating from it.

"Thud—"

He slammed the iron pot down, producing a dull sound.

He wiped his mouth fiercely, but at that moment, due to the sudden movement, a small piece of white paper drifted slowly down from his shoulder.

Tang Hao's reflexes were sharp; he reached out and grabbed the note before it could even hit the ground.

He opened it to reveal a single line of small, neat, and elegant handwriting.

The message was brief, and Tang Hao finished reading it with a single glance, his expression shifting drastically.

With a flicker of his figure, he vanished from the room entirely.

In another pot, a wild pheasant remained stewing, completely ignored.

Where Tang Hao had been standing moments before, a sheet of white paper drifted slowly to the floor. On it was written a single sentence:

"Dad, the truth is that I have innate full soul power of level 20, and it seems the people from the Martial Soul Hall have discovered it."

The note was signed by Tang Liu.

Yet, a few seconds later, Tang Hao returned; this time, he took the pot and the pheasant with him, along with the small note from the floor.

The firewood in the stove was extinguished by the gust of wind he brought with him.

He disappeared from the room once more, trailing far behind Tang San, Tang Liu, and Old Jack.

Naturally, he was in the air.