Tang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.
He knew that nothing he said now would matter. Tang San had already tasted the sweetness of Devouring. Like a wolf cub tasting blood for the first time, before this fresh and powerful force, any warning seemed pale and powerless.
Besides, he was not sure whether he had the right to stop Tang San.
Without sufficient strength, how could one protect the people one wanted to protect? How could one reclaim everything that belonged to oneself? The greatest pain of Tang Hao's life was watching the woman he loved most die before his eyes while being powerless to do anything.
If he had possessed enough strength back then...
Tang Hao clenched his fists and turned away, his back facing Tang San.
"Continue." His voice was hoarse as iron.
A trace of delight flashed through Tang San's eyes. He withdrew his Blue Silver Grass and strode deeper into the Great Star Dou Forest.
The Carrion Jackal corpses he had drained lay scattered across the grass. Their shriveled hides wrapped around dry bones, looking eerie and terrifying beneath the moonlight.
The night wind blew from deep within the forest, carrying a sickly sweet stench.
Tang San took a deep breath, and the smile on his face deepened.
He liked this scent. It was the scent of power, the scent of growing stronger. Blue Silver Grass spread beneath his feet, its black vines silently weaving through the undergrowth like an ever-expanding spiderweb, waiting for its next prey.
He walked through the forest shrouded in night, leaving a trail of black marks behind him. They were the traces left by the dragging Blue Silver Grass, and the desolation left behind after life had been Devoured.
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