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"Dong'er!"

From a long way off, Lin Qiuyu spotted Yang Dong walking toward them. Unable to suppress the surging emotions in her heart any longer, she ran straight toward him.

Yang Dong's body stiffened. Seeing Lin Qiuyu running toward him, he froze where he stood until she threw her arms around him.

"Sob... It's good that you're all right. It's good that you're all right."

Lin Qiuyu held Yang Dong tightly. She had never expected something like this to happen. At this moment, all she wanted was to keep her son by her side and never let him leave her for even a second.

"Brother, that is..."

"That is Yang Dong's mother. Let's leave first and give them some private time."

At that moment, both Tang Xiao and Tang Hao felt somewhat envious—envious that Yang Dong had a mother who loved him so dearly. Their own mother had died in childbirth when giving birth to their younger sister, and the brothers' memories of her had long since become blurred.

When night fell,

Yang Tianyi finally came to where Yang Dong was staying.

"Dong'er, it's been a long time."

Yang Tianyi looked at Yang Dong, who had already grown to shoulder height, and for a moment did not know what to say. After holding it in for a long while, that was all he managed to say.

Six years.

Six years had turned Yang Dong from a child into a young man. If he had not known the person before him was his own son, he might not have recognized him if they met elsewhere.

"I'm sorry."

Yang Dong lowered his head. If it had not been for him, Yang Tianlang would not have fallen into his current state of unconsciousness.

"Don't apologize. Since your Uncle Tianlang has ended up like this, it is your responsibility to cure him. Dong'er, do you have the confidence to do that?"

Yang Tianyi's voice was exceptionally gentle, carrying an air of refined elegance, yet his words also gave one boundless confidence.

"Of course. I will definitely cure Uncle Tianlang!"

Yang Dong declared resolutely.

"Good. That is my son. Back then, your mother insisted on sending you to your maternal grandfather's home. I had disagreed, but now, I feel somewhat relieved. Your mother was right."

After those words, the two fell silent. For a while, neither knew what to say.

"Father, tell me. Who attacked us?"

After a long time, Yang Dong raised his head and looked at the man who was so renowned across the Douluo Continent. Without knowing the answer, he truly could neither eat nor sleep in peace.

"Wait until you become a Soul King. When that time comes, Haotian Douluo will tell you."

Yang Tianyi refused Yang Dong's request.

"I have already discussed it with Haotian Douluo. For now, you will not return to the Wind Sword Sect. Stay in the Clear Sky Sect and study instead. This is the number one sect in the world, after all. Their Soul Master knowledge system is far superior to that of our Wind Sword Sect."

"Besides, you have an evenly matched opponent like Tang Hao here. The two of you can push each other forward."

Yang Tianyi's words startled Yang Dong. He had originally thought that he would return to the Wind Sword Sect with his parents this time, but instead, he was being left here.

"Yang Dong, disciple of the Wind Sword Sect, heed my command!"

One moment, Yang Tianyi had been speaking properly with Yang Dong. The next, he assumed the bearing of a sect master, his stern gaze fixed upon him.

"This disciple is present!"

Yang Dong's heart sank as he answered.

"Because of your mistake, Yang Tianlang, an elder of the Wind Sword Sect, has fallen into permanent unconsciousness. You are hereby ordered: unless you cure Elder Yang Tianlang, you are forbidden from returning to the Wind Sword Sect!"

Forbidden from returning to the Wind Sword Sect!

At those words, Yang Dong's heart jolted. He instinctively raised his head and met Yang Tianyi's gaze.

He could not return to the Wind Sword Sect unless he cured Uncle Tianlang. It was both punishment and encouragement.

"This disciple obeys!"

Yang Dong answered in a low voice.

The instant he agreed, a fleeting smile crossed Yang Tianyi's solemn face.

He had examined Yang Tianlang's body, and combined with what Haotian Douluo had said, he understood in his heart that his younger brother would likely be very difficult to cure.

Yes, do not return to the Wind Sword Sect!

Do not come back for the rest of your life!

Yang Tianyi turned and left, a trace of bitterness flashing across his face. He was still the spirited sect master of the Wind Sword Sect, the famed Wind Sword Douluo of the continent.

Yang Tianyi and his wife came quickly, and they left just as quickly.

They did not bring Yang Tianlang back to the Wind Sword Sect. Instead, they asked the people of the Clear Sky Sect to help look after him.

"Dong'er, Mother is leaving. When you are out here alone, you must be careful in everything. Don't miss Mother too much. When you have time, go visit your maternal grandfather."

Yang Dong quietly listened to Lin Qiuyu's nagging. He rather enjoyed the affection his mother showered upon him.

"All right, it's getting late. We still need to hurry to Nuomi City to see Father. Let's go."

Yang Tianyi spoke softly.

Lin Qiuyu reluctantly bid Yang Dong farewell, then left with Yang Tianyi toward the distance. Yang Dong watched the two depart and felt that something was not right, yet he could not say exactly what it was.

I'm probably overthinking it.

He reassured himself.

"Sob..."

Yang Tianyi and Lin Qiuyu had walked an unknown distance when Lin Qiuyu finally could not hold it in any longer. With a wail, she burst into tears.

Dong'er would not know that this would be the last time the family of three ever met.

"All right, all right. I have already used my authority as sect master to order him not to return to the Wind Sword Sect unless he cures Tianlang. But the chance of curing Tianlang is not even one in ten thousand. Our son will surely grow up healthy and safe."

"I only hope that he will not blame us once he grows up."

Yang Tianyi's eyes were also red. There had been no movement for over a hundred years. Why had it happened again at this time...

Haotian Soul Master Academy.

This was the school the Clear Sky Sect used to train Soul Masters. By Soul Master Academy rankings, Haotian Soul Master Academy counted as an advanced academy, though it only accepted Soul Masters close to the Clear Sky Sect.

"Let me introduce everyone to Yang Dong, my brother. From now on, when you see him, you must respect him as you would respect me. Understood?"

After arriving at the academy, Tang Hao pulled Yang Dong into a classroom and introduced him loudly.

"Why should we? I don't accept that."

A student below shouted. Tang Hao had beaten them into submission one punch at a time. Now some newcomer wanted to lord over them too?

"You don't accept it? He defeated me. If any of you don't accept it, beat me first, then you can challenge him!"

As soon as Tang Hao's words fell, the entire classroom became utterly silent.

Tang Hao was an exceptionally proud person and would never lie. Since he said the person beside him had defeated him, then he must truly have defeated him.

What level had someone capable of defeating Tang Hao reached?

"All right, Tang Hao. Take Yang Dong down."

The homeroom teacher appeared at just the right moment. She was a woman from the Agility Clan named Bai Jiajia, and she knew quite a bit about Yang Dong's background.

"Students, this is our new classmate, Yang Dong, a level thirty-one Support Type battle Soul Elder."