A day from two years ago surfaced in Tang San's mind.
Ning Fengzhi had come to him in person and said cautiously, "Little San, according to reliable intelligence from the sect, your father, Tang Hao, was killed by Qian Renxue in Slaughter Paradise three days ago. Please... accept my condolences."
Tang San's body stiffened. He did not cry, but merely said flatly, "Understood, Sect Master."
But that night, he sat alone on the cliff behind the sect, staying there the entire night.
According to the original course of history, both his parents should have been alive, and he should have had his beautiful wife, Xiao Wu, and a happy family.
But now he was all alone, an orphan just as he had been before transmigrating.
And the culprit behind all of it was Qian Renxue.
"Qian Renxue."
Tang San stood in the center of the Training Ground, with no one around.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black. Five Soul Rings slowly revolved beneath his feet.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, and only spoke once he was fully prepared. "You killed my father and Xiao Wu, stole my mother's true body and Soul Bone, and took everything that belonged to me. You're a despicable, shameless thief..."
Before he finished speaking, an invisible pressure bore down on him from all directions.
But this time, Tang San was not as flustered as before.
He was already prepared. Shifting his feet with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he drifted three feet backward, calmly avoiding a lump of droppings suddenly released by a passing crow.
At the same time, his Mysterious Jade Hand traced an arc before him, blocking a stone that had flown out of nowhere.
"Heh." The corners of Tang San's mouth lifted slightly. "I already anticipated your anticipation!"
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