Anger

"Why?" Tang San's brows drew tight. The goodwill the pill had restored vanished in an instant, replaced by deep confusion and a trace of suppressed resentment.

"Notting Academy can't meet our cultivation needs anymore. What's wrong with going to a better academy and getting more resources?"

Tang Hao's face turned frighteningly dark.

Why?

Of course he had his reasons: a blood feud, Spirit Hall's eyes and ears everywhere, the danger of stepping into the spotlight too soon...

Those things had gnawed at him like venomous snakes for more than a decade. How could he speak of them?

He did not want these two children, especially the extraordinarily gifted Tang San, crushed by the weight of hatred before their wings had grown strong—or killed because of it.

Staying in Notting City under the cover of Yu Xiaogang, that master of theory, was their best protection for now.

Yu Xiaogang might be weak, but his connection to Bibi Dong and his status as a son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect could explain why Tang San and Xian Di possessed a Soul Ring Configuration beyond the ordinary, without immediately drawing the attention of Spirit Hall's higher-ups.

He could not put any of that into words.

"There is no why." Tang Hao's voice sank lower, carrying a weary yet unquestionable force.

"I said no. That means no."

That baseless command instantly ignited the defiance Tang San had kept buried for so long.

In his previous life, he had been a genius of the Tang Sect. In this life, he had his own plans. When had he ever let someone force his path upon him like this?

"You won't allow it?" Tang San gave a cold laugh. A sharp stubbornness far beyond his years surfaced on his face.

"These are my legs. Where