Sunday shrugged.
"That's a long story. Your son's good-for-nothing father did nothing but eat, drink, piss, and shit, neglecting everything else.
"As a result, your son lacked even basic common sense. Not only was he malnourished from childhood, but he was also tricked into becoming the disciple of a fraud with nothing but a few half-baked scraps of knowledge.
"Later, your husband and that teacher hit it off. They had him cultivate Blue Silver Grass, then used your son as a guinea pig because neither of them knew what they were doing.
"In the end, your son's Blue Silver Grass was ruined, becoming neither fish nor fowl. To salvage it, he ate a precious medicinal herb, and that's how he ended up like this."
Having said all that in one breath, Sunday looked at Ah Yin, who had frozen up.
Her mind was already overloaded. Those few sentences from Sunday contained the most complicated information she had heard in all these years.
The husband he mentioned was naturally Tang Hao. Although she was unhappy to hear Sunday call Tang Hao a good-for-nothing who did nothing but eat, drink, piss, and shit, and wanted to defend him,
when she saw the energy in Tang San that bore no resemblance whatsoever to her own Blue Silver Emperor, she could not help wondering whether Sunday was telling the truth.
"Is that really what happened? Hao... he wouldn't, would he?"
"Believe it or not, that's up to you. You've seen him now. Is there anything else you need to do?"
Sunday did not care whether Ah Yin believed him. She was utterly naive and innocent; saying any more would just waste his breath.
At his words, Ah Yin turned to look at Tang San once more before reluctantly saying to Sunday,
"No, benefactor. Let's