Holy Soul Village, Fasinuo Province, in the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Judging by its name alone, it sounded quite extraordinary. In reality, however, it was merely a small village of just over three hundred households in southwestern Fasinuo Province of the Heaven Dou Empire.
It owed its name to a Soul Saint who had emerged from the village a hundred years earlier, earning it the name Holy Soul Village.
Tang San's home stood on the western side of Holy Soul Village. After returning, he headed straight toward the Blacksmith Shop. His family's three adobe rooms were among the shabbiest in the village. A wooden sign still hung above the roof of the large central room, bearing a crudely painted hammer-the symbol of a blacksmith here.
Before he even reached the door, the aroma of food greeted him.
"Dad really did come back to Holy Soul Village. Why did he sneak back here? And how did Xiao Yan know?" The smell of food stirred Tang San's excitement. He touched the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, where he had stored several bottles of fine wine for Tang Hao.
"Dad!" With his home right before him, Tang San grew excited. His steps quickened, and he reached the doorway in a few hurried strides.
The Blacksmith Shop's door stood open, as was Tang Hao's habit. After all, there seemed to be nothing worth stealing inside. Besides, with Tang Hao home now, no one would dare steal anything.
"Dad, are you home? I'm back! I have good news for you!" Tang San shouted excitedly as he entered.
After a long moment, the curtain over the inner doorway slowly lifted. A tall figure emerged with somewhat unsteady steps. Tang Hao wore a tattered robe and still looked half asleep. He held a wine