In the shadows at a street corner, a bedraggled figure suddenly froze, stopping mid-drink.
"Xiao San..."
Although he had no idea why Xiao San hated Spirit Hall, as her father, Tang Hao felt deeply gratified to see her following the same path he had.
Once, his greatest fear had been that his child would be beguiled by Spirit Hall, joining it or doing something that betrayed his ancestry.
Fortunately, his child had finally stepped onto the right path...
Filled with relief, Tang Hao took another swig of strong liquor and circulated his soul power to suppress his internal injuries.
Yet... what he did not know was this.
In an even more secluded corner of the street, a pair of cold, indifferent eyes was watching everything without mercy.
"Tang San... this must be the person the young mistress wanted me to verify..."
Glancing down at the records in his hand, She Long coldly raised his head and observed the boy's every word and action.
Holy Soul Village, Nuoding City, Fasinuo Province...
Born into a blacksmith's family, with Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul, yet possessing the inexplicable gift of innate full soul power.
Everything matched what the young mistress had said, except...
"Why is this Tang San a boy?"
She Long frowned deeply, studying the child roaring in the middle of the street. After carefully examining him, he nodded in confirmation.
Yes, he was a boy. That was completely different from what the young mistress had said.
"Besides, that genius called Lin Yue doesn't exist at all... where did the young mistress get this information?"
Looking down at the records, She Long found himself increasingly puzzled.
He could not say the young mistress was wrong, since many of her predictions were accurate. Yet he could not say she was entirely