"Then why didn't you tell me!"
Tang San's question was torn from his heart.
Tang Hao raised his head. A frightening light blazed in his already-clouded eyes.
"What would telling you have changed?"
He barked the words, making Tang San's whole body tremble.
"Tell you, so you could go get yourself killed? With your Soul Power barely above Level 30, could you protect her?"
Each question struck Tang San right in the heart.
The color drained from his face.
That was right.
What would telling him have changed?
He couldn't even beat a Soul King, let alone two Titled Douluo.
His father... His father had already been left covered in wounds for saving him.
Tang San swayed. His clenched fist loosened helplessly, and it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse.
"Father... I'm sorry."
Tang Hao saw his son's shoulders crumple in an instant, and his heart ached, but his face remained as cold and hard as ever.
He sighed and softened his voice.
"Sit down."
Tang San did as he was told. He walked over and sat on the rickety stool beside the bed, still looking utterly lost.
"Xiao San." Tang Hao gazed out at the gloomy sky. "Actually... your mother was just like Xiao Wu."
Tang San jerked his head up.
In the dim light, Tang Hao's profile looked especially weathered. He didn't look at Tang San, but simply continued speaking.
"Your mother's name was Ah Yin. She wasn't human, but a Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor who had cultivated into human form. And your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is actually a Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul that hasn't fully awakened yet."
Blue Silver Emperor.
Tang San's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.
He had never