"Young Master, take good care of yourself." Tai Tan said in a deep voice, "I will discuss the competition with Dean Flender. If it doesn't work, I will give up."
Tang San shook his head. "No need to give up. There are still two days, I can recover."
Tai Tan stared at him, wanting to say something, but finally just nodded.
After Tai Tan left, the room became quiet again.
Xiao Wu stayed by the bed, telling him what happened in the past few days.
He remembered Yu Xiaogang.
Just now Tai Tan mentioned that Yu Xiaogang came here, stood for a while and then left.
I guess I came here to see if he was still useful?
Although Tang San has not fallen out with Yu Xiaogang yet, is Yu Xiaogang now in a hurry to clear up the relationship with him?
Tang San Take a deep breath and suppress those thoughts.
Now is not the time to think about these things, the most important thing right now is recovery.
He closed his eyes and started running Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Night falls.
It was already late at night when Tang Hao appeared in front of Tang San's bed.
Xiao Wu was lying on the side of the bed and fell asleep deeply, while Tang San had his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping and exercising.
Tang Hao stood in the darkness, looking at his son's pale face, his brows furrowed into a knot.
Half a month ago, he left Heaven Dou City and went back to Holy Soul Village to see Ah Yin.
He thought that Tang Yuehua was here, Tai Tan was here, and Tang San would be fine.
What's the result?
This kid is actually brave enough to absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
I really dare to think about it.
To know that Soul Ring's age is not dead, it depends on Martial Soul's endurance, Soul Master's mental strength, and the compatibility between Soul Power and Soul Ring...
And there is not a word of this in Yu Xiaogang's theory.
Chen Xuan said that some people use their disciples as guinea pigs because they have no ability. Anyway, if they fail, they will not die.
Tang Hao didn't pay much attention to it at the time, after all, he never took Yu Xiaogang's theory seriously.
But what real ability can a useless theorist have?
He asked Tang San to apprentice with Yu Xiaogang just because of the old relationship between Upper Three Sects and Yu Xiaogang. He was thinking about the old relationship between Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong. What if he could get Twin Martial Souls's secret from Bibi Dong?
As for Yu Xiaogang himself...
That guy is a waste!
I really thought calling him Grandmaster meant loving him, bah, respecting him!
But now, looking at his dying son on the bed, he suddenly felt, was he wrong?
Yu Xiaogang doesn't care whether he has real ability or not.
But Tang San believed it.
Tang San believed every word that trash said.
Including that "Soul Ring Year-Limit Law".
Tang Hao doesn't know why Tang San took the risk to absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
But he guessed that it must have something to do with that waste. Maybe that waste said something, or maybe Tang San wanted to prove that waste was wrong.
But one thing Tang Hao understands is that Tang San can no longer be allowed to follow that trash.
If this continues, this son will be useless.
Tang Hao stood in the darkness for a long time, until Tang San suddenly opened his eyes.
"Who?"
Tang San's voice is a little hoarse, but his alertness is still there.
He recognized the person, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned slightly red. "Dad..."
Although he hadn't seen her for many years, he recognized this aura.
Tang Hao took a step forward and reached out to hold him down when he wanted to get up. "Don't move."
Tang San lay back helplessly, his eyes focused on his father's weathered face, and complex emotions surged in his heart.
He hasn't seen his father for a long time.
The last time we met was the last time.
"Dad, why are you here?"
"If I don't come, you will kill yourself." Tang Hao's voice was deep.
Tang San is silent.
Tang Hao stared at him and suddenly asked, "Why absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"
Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he had no way to speak.
Why?
Because Zhou Qiubai can, why can't he?
Because Xie Ru said Yu Xiaogang's theory is wrong, he wants to prove that Xie Ru is not necessarily right?
Because he doesn't want to lose?
These words went around in my mind several times, and finally I swallowed them all.
Tang Hao doesn't need his answer either.
"That teacher of yours." Tang Hao said, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "Don't listen to him anymore."
Tang San was stunned.
Tang Hao's eyes were complicated. "I don't know if his theory is useful. But I know that if you continue to follow his instructions, your life will be over."
Tang San is silent.
He thought of Chen Xuan's words, he thought of Xie Ru's words, and he thought of Yu Xiaogang's back when he left.
Those words and the back figure were mixed together in his heart, and he couldn't understand or explain them.
"Dad." He asked, "What should I do?"
Tang Hao was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I will take you somewhere."
Tang San was stunned.
"It's time to take the things your mother left for you." Tang Hao said, "Your current Blue Silver Grass is almost useless. If you don't awaken the original source, your First Martial Soul will be completely useless."
Tang San's pupils shrank slightly.
"But..." Tang San subconsciously looked at Xiao Wu, who was sleeping soundly beside the bed.
Tang Hao followed his gaze, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Without enough power, you cannot protect the person you want to protect."
Tang San Close your eyes.
Father is right.
Without strength, he can do nothing.
"When are you leaving?" he asked.
"Tonight."
Tang San opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Wu, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his heart.
Then he took out a piece of paper from under the pillow, which was a letter he had written before he fell into coma.
He has always been accustomed to staying behind.
"Dad, put this on the table for me." He handed the letter to Tang Hao.
Tang Hao took a glance at it, turned around and put it on the table without saying anything.
Then, he walked to the bed and helped Tang San up.
Tang San was so weak that he was almost held up by his father.
He turned back and took one last look at Xiao Wu.
"Let's go." Tang Hao said.
Tang San looked away and nodded.
The two figures quietly disappeared into the night.
The next morning.
When Xiao Wu woke up, the bedside was empty.
She was stunned for a moment and subconsciously shouted, "Third Brother?"
No response.
She stood up and noticed a letter on the table.
There are three words written on the envelope: Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu felt nervous, opened the letter, and the handwriting of Tang San came into view.
Xiao Wu clutched the letter and stood there blankly.
He's gone.
Say goodbye without saying goodbye.
Not even saying goodbye in person.
She couldn't explain what she felt in her heart.
Lost? Worried? Or...
A trace of indescribable grievance?
She knew he was doing it for her own good.
She knew he wanted to become stronger.
She knew that his father was Titled Douluo and could protect him.
Wait...
Titled Douluo.
Tang Hao is Titled Douluo.
What about her?
She is the avatar of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Titled Douluo can see it.
If Tang Hao had been guarding Tang San, wouldn't her identity have been discovered long ago?
As soon as this idea came up, Xiao Wu was stunned.
She recalled everything she had with Tang San over the years.
Tang San Do you know?
If he knew, why didn't he say it?
If you don't know, then...
She told herself that it didn't matter.