Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone

When Tang San fought Zhang Sanwei before, Ah Yin had learned through the surrounding Blue Silver Grass that Brother Hao was on a tree branch not far away.

Since Brother Hao had noticed something abnormal about Xiao San, why had he not asked about it?

"Why?" Qian Chenzhou toyed with the golden veins on the leaves. "Because Tang San could avenge him and raise the Clear Sky Sect's prestige. Otherwise, Tang San might have died long ago."

The leaves rustled and trembled.

Ah Yin simply could not believe such a thing could happen, but she could not stop herself from thinking further.

"Just like you." Qian Chenzhou released the leaf and pointed around them. "If you were still useful to him, would he treat you like this?"

"This place is damp and dark everywhere, without even a trace of light. It is completely unsuitable for Blue Silver Grass to grow, yet Tang Hao planted you in this hellhole."

"Luckily, you had reached the hundred-year level before. Otherwise, you would have died long ago."

"You're talking nonsense!" The grass leaves continued writing on the ground. "Someone wanted to hunt me for a Soul Ring back then, so Brother Hao brought me here!"

"That was because he did not want you to become someone else's Soul Ring."

"Because in his eyes, you already belonged to him. No one else was allowed to touch you."

Qian Chenzhou pointed toward the fading commotion outside. "Otherwise, how could he have rushed back so quickly from Nuoding Academy over such a minor disturbance?"

"With the strength of a Titled Douluo, how could he possibly fail to see that the other side was also a Titled Douluo? He did not need your mere hundred-year Soul Ring at all."

Ah Yin fell silent.

She had already harbored suspicions