Outside the Icefire Yin Yang Well.
Tang San knelt there.
Three days had passed since the final battle.
The missing part of Ah Yin that he had recovered from Tang Liu had finally been taken back by Ah Yin late the following night.
The ethereal figure condensed from soul power seemed to cradle the rarest treasure in the world, smiling with tenderness and happiness even as she wept silently.
But how could a figure made of light shed tears?
And so, the drifting teardrops scattered the moment they left her cheeks, like starlight at dawn, vanishing with such finality.
"This was the hour you were born."
That was all he heard Ah Yin say, her voice so soft it seemed not to come from this world.
And he felt only dazed.
Ever since returning, Tang Hao had stood motionless beside the spring.
After confirming that Ah Yin had begun to recover slowly, Tang San had quietly left the Icefire Yin Yang Well. Yet he had not dared go far, and had remained kneeling outside.
In the end, he had failed his parents.
That left him too ashamed to face them again.
Until now.
The third day.
Xiao Wu came to him.
His beloved said nothing. She simply embraced him in silence, then stayed by his side.
Xiao Wu wanted to kneel beside him.
But his responsibility was his alone to bear.
His divine power kept holding Xiao Wu back.
Sunrise, sunset.
The fifth day.
Today, he saw Dugu Bo.
Just as Tang Liu had once promised him, this Poison Douluo had also been given an opportunity to cultivate to level 99.
He was now level 98, only one step away from entering the ranks of Peerless Douluos.
The old monster said little, merely standing there with him in silence for