"Sigh..." In the blacksmith shop of Holy Soul Village, Tang Hao sat there, sighing for who knew how many times.
"Dad, is my talent really that bad? But Master Su Yuntao said that Innate Seventh-Level Soul Power is already considered genius-level, didn't he?" Tang San asked, lowering his head as he watched his father sigh.
"Innate Seventh-Level Soul Power and a Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul would indeed be decent talent for anyone else! But you're my, Tang Hao's, son!"
Tang Hao glanced at the downcast Tang San. Innate Seventh-Level Soul Power and a Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul were simply not enough!
How could he seek revenge against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future? Going after the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be no different from courting death.
"A Zhi... I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to avenge you," Tang Hao thought.
He had become a cripple, and even after six years, his strength had yet to recover. The injuries he had suffered back then were truly severe.
He had placed all his hopes on his son. Now that hope had been shattered, he had no idea what he should do from now on. He even felt like dying.
"Dad, Master Su Yuntao also said he hopes I can join Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall is the strongest force on the continent. Can I really not join Spirit Hall?!" Tang San asked.
He had heard of Spirit Hall and knew how powerful it was. He truly wished to join Spirit Hall, but his father was unwilling, so there was nothing he could do.
"Join Spirit Hall?!" Tang Hao snorted coldly. "What kind of ambition is that? Do you have any backbone at all?"
"Alright, Dad, I won't join Spirit Hall. But can I become a