Tang Hao's Fury

By the time he returned to the post station outside Notting City, daylight had fully broken.

The horses had rested well and been fed their fill.

Zhang Fei swung onto his horse, turned its head, and galloped toward the Balak Kingdom.

On the way back, Zhang Fei was in high spirits. With no need to hurry, he slowed down and enjoyed the scenery along the road.

The midsummer fields stretched as far as the eye could see, golden wheat rolling in the wind. Farmers worked in the fields while children played at the village entrances.

Whenever he passed through a town, he would stop for a bowl of noodles and a cup of tea, thoroughly at ease.

A day and a night later, at dawn on the second day, Suotuo City's walls came into view.

Meanwhile, at the back mountain of Holy Soul Village.

A scruffy man in a tattered cloak passed through the curtain of water and entered the stone chamber. It was Tang Hao, who had returned from Shrek Academy.

He pulled down his hood, revealing a weathered, stubbled face. He walked to the earthen mound and sat down cross-legged.

"Ah Yin..." Tang Hao's voice was somewhat hoarse. "It's been a long time since I came to see you. Are you well?"

He reached out, his rough fingers gently brushing over the Blue Silver Grass's leaves with tender movements.

"Our son is extraordinarily gifted and has already joined an academy. I believe that one day, Little San will become the strongest Soul Master in this world. And some fool of a Soul Saint actually dared bully our Little San. I already taught him a harsh lesson..."

Tang Hao muttered to himself, his gaze filled with tenderness and remembrance.

Yet after a long while, the Blue Silver Grass