Yu Xiaogang's Wild Joy

Tang San stood rooted to the spot, clutching that flimsy sheet of paper.

The slightly cool breeze stirred the black hair on his forehead, but it could not disperse the chill on his face.

There was no farewell, no explanation, not even a proper word of instruction.

It was as though Tang Hao had discarded an unnecessary piece of baggage, or cast off a burden.

An indescribable fury, mixed with the disappointment of being abandoned, churned and crashed through Tang San's chest like molten lava.

His nails dug deep into his palms until blood seeped out, yet he felt no pain at all.

Tang San had thought he had long since been utterly disappointed in that man, that he no longer held any expectations for him.

Yet when this cold goodbye was truly laid before him in such blunt, cruel fashion.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation and rage at having been completely abandoned and treated as nothing surged uncontrollably from within him, smashing through all his calm.

"Heh..."

This was his father? That man who spent every day drunk, who did nothing but forge iron and drink, and who had seemed impatient even when teaching him?

Just when he had learned the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and thought he could finally learn something real from him, the man had simply left?

Tang San let out a low, icy laugh, and the last shred of expectation he had held for his so-called father was completely extinguished.

Fine.

Good riddance.

He would no longer have to look at Tang Hao's drunken, despondent face! He would no longer have to endure his chaotic, time-wasting instruction!

He would no longer be distracted by this so-called father!

Without him, he and his sister would only live better lives!

Expressionless, Tang San crumpled the paper into