Clear Sky Sect.
Night had deepened. Mountain mist crept up from beneath the cliffs, shrouding the entire Clear Sky Sect in hazy moonlight.
Tang Xiao had just returned to his own courtyard from Tang Zhen's residence.
Over the course of four long years, Tang Xiao had fallen from the high-spirited Soul Saint he once was to merely a Soul Ancestor.
The loss of Soul Power was like an invisible hand, slowly draining the strength from his body bit by bit. No matter how he fought against it, he could not reverse it.
Tang Zhen had once used the Clear Sky Sect's connections to invite all manner of Soul Masters from across the land to treat him, but it had all been in vain.
After enough attempts, Tang Xiao came to terms with it.
His mindset was not bad, either. He no longer did those desperate, life-or-death things, nor did he lock himself in his room and refuse to see anyone all day.
Every morning, he rose on time and went to the back mountain to practice a set of the Clear Sky Sect's most basic hammer techniques. After working up a sweat, he returned for breakfast, read books, and occasionally visited Tang Zhen.
Anyone who saw him would say, "The young master's mentality is truly beyond ordinary people."
As for his dear younger brother, Tang Hao, he hated Zhao Linchuan more with each passing day.
He ground his teeth in fury, hated him so much that he could not sleep day or night, and vented his rage by striking wooden dummies thousands of times in the training room every day, imagining Zhao Linchuan's head with every blow.
But hatred was all he could manage. Beyond that, he could not carry out even the slightest real act of revenge.
Zhao Linchuan's