Tang Hao returned to the Clear Sky Sect's grounds with the infant Tang San in his arms, only to discover lingering traces of smoke from a great battle. After asking around, he learned that a battle had broken out between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.
The outcome was obvious. His grandfather Tang Chen had disappeared years ago, so the Clear Sky Sect naturally stood no chance against Spirit Hall. It would be no exaggeration to say they had been utterly powerless to fight back. Apparently, Tang Wei had even been driven to his death by rage over him.
Even more painfully, the Clear Sky Sect had expelled him.
After learning everything, Tang Hao went to a deserted wilderness. A trail of clear tears slid down his face and dripped onto Tang San's tender cheeks.
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault, Father... the Clear Sky Sect..."
Tang Hao wept as though his heart and lungs were being torn apart. Tang San shared his anguish and swore to make Spirit Hall pay the most terrible price.
After crying for who knew how long, Tang Hao realized that Tang San had gone seven or eight hours without milk. He hurriedly caught a pregnant wild sow in the remote wilderness, squeezed out a bowl of pig's milk, and poured it into Tang San's mouth.
After replenishing his nutrients, Tang San soon felt drowsiness wash over him and fell asleep.
Seeing that his son was asleep, Tang Hao raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, sighed softly, and set off in an unknown direction.
He could not return to the sect anyway.
A slave to his sect like Tang Hao did not dare return, either. His return would only bring disaster with him.
He did not know where