Mother wasn't dead!
Qin Yuntian's words struck Qin Hao's heart like a heavy hammer.
Ever since childhood, he had suffered countless scornful looks because he had no mother.
That had only deepened Qin Hao's longing for a mother's love.
Moreover, Qi Yuelan had been swept away by the mudslide while protecting Qin Hao. All these years, guilt had never left his heart. How desperately he wished he could see his mother again, and how desperately he wished he had been the one swept away that day.
"Where... is my mother? Who engineered that accident?" Qin Hao's eyes reddened, his voice trembling.
"Hah..."
Qin Yuntian said nothing. His breathing merely grew frantic.
After a long, long time, Qin Yuntian spoke in an unbearably hoarse voice. "Hao, you're... too weak."
"Strength again..." Qin Hao clenched his fists.
Uncle Liu had said the same thing, and now so had his father!
Pain filled Qin Yuntian's expression. "It's not that I refuse to tell you. With your current cultivation at the ninth stage of the body tempering realm, learning the truth would only bring you suffering."
Qin Hao's heart trembled.
All these years, the one who had suffered most must have been Qin Yuntian.
Knowing his beloved was still alive, yet being powerless to help her—what terrible torment that must have been.
"Hao, when you were hailed as Tianshui City's greatest genius, I saw hope in you, hope of rescuing your mother. But then you awakened a first-grade martial soul..."
Qin Yuntian gave a bitter smile and slowly continued:
"From that moment on, I abandoned the thought of searching for your mother again. I decided to let you live safely and happily. That was your mother's wish, too."
Hum!
An immense aura erupted from Qin Hao.
A small golden sword appeared at his chest.