Tang Hao's Terror

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The great river surged with wind and waves; the night was so dark one could not see a hand before one's face.

Beneath the dim starlight and boundless night, loneliness was most apparent. A middle-aged man stood silently between heaven and earth, his hands clasped behind his back.

His entire body was shrouded in black, and he even wore a black hood over his head. From his appearance alone, one could only tell that he was a tall man.

His gaze occasionally swept over the dormitory where Tang San lived, and only deep within those weathered eyes did a trace of warmth emerge.

He was Tang Hao.

Like an invisible guardian, he quietly remained by Tang San's side, silently protecting his growth.

Tang Hao had endured more days like this over the past several years than he could count on both hands. The loneliness and solitude that would torment ordinary people were, to this old man, sweet as honey.

Was it love? Was it responsibility?

Perhaps it was both.

Suddenly!

Tang Hao's eyes widened as he stared at a graceful figure leaping out from the boys' dormitory.

Once Spirit Masters reached the advanced level, they were worlds apart from beginner Spirit Masters. It was not merely a matter of how much Soul Power they possessed, nor how remarkable their Soul Rings were, but because they had, to some extent, shed the label of mortals.

Advanced Spirit Masters could generally condense their powerful Soul Power around themselves into a wondrous field, allowing them to clearly distinguish even the sound of falling leaves within a hundred-meter radius.

For a genius powerhouse like Tang Hao, that range was obviously far greater than that of other high-level Spirit Masters, and he could even vaguely discern an enemy's Soul Power Level.

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