"You... you're impossible!"
Old Jack trembled with anger at Tang Hao's outrageous words. He pointed at Tang Hao's nose but could not get another word out for a long while.
At last, Old Jack could only lower his cane and let out a heavy sigh.
He knew there was no reasoning with a drunk who had sunk this low.
"Tang Hao! I'll say this once and for all!"
Old Jack reached the door and turned back, his eyes fixed firmly on Tang Hao. "Little San is a promising child. He must attend Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, and he must become a respected Soul Master!"
"You're a hopeless wreck, and that's your business. But you cannot let your selfishness ruin Little San's entire future!"
With an angry snort, Old Jack leaned on his cane and left the foul-smelling Blacksmith Shop without looking back.
Tang Hao watched Old Jack's indignant figure disappear at the end of the village road.
Then his bloodshot eyes flicked toward Tang San, who stood silently outside the door. "What are you standing there for? Get in here!"
Tang San's frail body stiffened slightly at his words, then he obediently entered the Blacksmith Shop.
He looked at his father, gaunt and reeking of alcohol.
He said nothing. For a moment, he did not know where to begin.
Deep down, he desperately wanted to leave this little mountain village, see the wider world, and become a powerful Soul Master!
But after seeing how coldly and firmly his father had opposed it, he felt lost and disappointed. Did his father truly not want him to go to school?
Tang Hao dragged over a wobbly stool with one leg missing and sat down with his legs spread wide.
His clouded eyes settled on Tang San. "Little San, Old Jack said