Tang San listened quietly.
As an outer disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he had seen plenty of deception and the law of the jungle. He understood clearly that in this world where strength reigned supreme, an ordinary man could be innocent yet still incur guilt by possessing a treasure.
Spirit Hall had driven his mother to death in order to seize her Soul Bone. It was simply a matter of conflicting positions.
Yet even so, because of those opposing positions, Tang San firmly engraved this blood debt in his heart.
"Little San."
Tang Hao extended his rough hand and patted Tang San on the shoulder.
"Originally, I didn't want to tell you these things so early. Strictly speaking, it still isn't time."
"But the situation is far too chaotic now. Spirit Hall's strength is still expanding. You must be extremely careful in the future, especially around people from Spirit Hall."
"I understand, Dad."
Tang San looked at his father's weathered face. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to show him something he had been exploring over the past half year.
"Actually, I haven't done nothing these past six months."
Tang Hao was slightly startled by Tang San's words.
"Oh?"
Tang San did not answer directly. Instead, he stood up and took two steps back.
He took a deep breath, slowly circulated the internal force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill through his body, then gradually closed his eyes.
A moment passed.
Tang San's eyes suddenly snapped open.
A faint purplish-golden glow rapidly gathered and lit up deep within his pupils. Within it, a violet halo flashed past in an instant!
This was a sign of the Purple Demon Eye having reached an extremely high realm.
The instant the purple light appeared, Tang Hao felt as if