Ever since he was little, his mother alone had raised him. Later, she too had died from overwork.
Back then, the four- or five-year-old Shi Hao had nearly become a little beggar on the streets. Fortunately, his first teacher had recognized his exceptional potential and taken him as a disciple.
For years, Shi Hao had even believed he had no father. Only that incident outside Sacred Pill City had revealed that he actually did have one.
Yet the first thing this so-called father had done upon learning of his existence was send people to dispose of this so-called son.
At that moment, the word "father" had filled Shi Hao with nothing but endless despair.
"I want to see just what kind of father could leave his woman and child wandering in exile, then think of killing his child the moment he learns he exists."
Shi Hao clenched his teeth, hatred flashing in his eyes.
Seeing him like this, Xiao Yan merely patted his head gently.
In all fairness, had he encountered such a situation himself, he might not have handled it any better than Shi Hao. To father a child without raising him, to raise him without teaching him-such acts incurred karmic sin.
"Let's go."
Xiao Yan shook his head gently and grabbed Shi Hao's shoulder. The Heavenly Phoenix Gold-Splitting Wings behind him trembled, and he turned into a streak of light, tearing through space.
At his current speed, reaching the Stone Clan took less than two hours. When the two men guarding its entrance heard Xiao Yan's name, they were so frightened that they hurried straight back into the Stone Realm to report his arrival.
Xiao Yan's standing was now far too exalted. His name resounded among the high-level powers of the Ancient Eight Clans and even the entire