Tang San had some feelings for Ah Yin.
But not much.
After all, they had never met.
From the blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village to the academy in Notting City, from Shrek's training grounds to Hell Road in Slaughter City, the words "mother" had never had a place in the course of his life.
To Tang San, Ah Yin was more like a concept, a symbol, a name Tang Hao now kept on his lips and carved into his heart.
And Tang Hao had never given him a warm family environment, never made him have any expectations of family.
Without expectations, there would be no feelings.
No disappointment, no longing, no thinking of someone's face in the dead of night.
Therefore, the little feeling he had for Ah Yin now was nowhere near enough to make him risk his life without regard for anything else.
Tang San's feelings for Tang Hao were even fainter, so faint they could practically be ignored.
There was only one person in his heart.
Cinderella.
The person who had been by his side since Holy Soul Village, the person who had given him warmth and support when he was at his loneliest and most helpless.
She was the reason he lived in this world, the motivation behind his strength, the meaning of his desperate cultivation.
As for revenge—
If he became strong enough in the future, if a suitable opportunity arose, he was willing to take care of it along the way.
But that was all.
He would not be like Tang Hao, carving hatred into his bones and wagering every meaning of the rest of his life on the word "revenge."
He had more important things to do and more important people to protect.
Tang San lowered his eyes and suppressed those surging