Two tales unfold, each told in turn.
Tang Hao had been in Sacred Soul Village for over a year. He had patiently raised Tang San on goat's milk, but the more he looked at this child, the more something felt wrong.
He was too dark, black as a lump of coal. His eyeballs looked like two preserved eggs deeply embedded in the upper half of his face. His arms had already grown longer than his legs, and even standing upright, his hands could touch the floor. A foul stench clung to him, one Tang Hao could not wash away no matter how hard he tried.
After Tang San awakened his Blue Silver Emperor in his previous life, Tang Hao had forgotten what he looked like as a child. But surely he had not looked like this?
Could he not be my original Xiao San? If that was the case, how would he accomplish his great revenge? How would he restore the glory of the Clear Sky Sect? How would he take the throne of Plane Lord from his previous life?
Suspicion was like a potent poison, eating away at Tang Hao.
Harboring doubts about Tang San, Tang Hao raised him only until he could walk, then stopped caring for him. He wanted to see whether this little Tang San could still be as miraculous as he had been in his previous life.
Tang San did not disappoint him. The moment he could walk, he immediately rushed toward the back mountain of Sacred Soul Village.
Tang Hao followed behind Tang San, observing his every move.
The people of Sacred Soul Village had undergone a dramatic change in their attitude toward Tang San.
"Ugh, he stinks. Whose child is that? He's so ugly."
"He's so black, like a piece of charcoal."
"Heavens,