Lan Changsheng looked at Ah Yin, who clearly had no desire to hear what he was saying.
A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly. He knew this younger sister of his all too well. Though gentle by nature, she was extremely stubborn. Once she had set her heart on something, no amount of persuasion would change her mind.
He also knew that Ah Yin would certainly seek out Tang San, bringing a mother's loving kindness to comfort that seemingly fragile, bedraggled youth.
As for how the story would unfold afterward, Lan Changsheng could only watch and wait.
What he could do was exactly what he had said: give everything he had to safeguard Ah Yin's peace and keep her from suffering even the slightest harm again.
In truth, it was not that Lan Changsheng had never suspected Tang San.
The first time he met Tang San, the maturity Tang San displayed had shocked him a little.
A child of only six, yet he had shed all childishness and innocence. His temperament was far steadier than that of others, and that insight and calculating depth so at odds with his age had struck Lan Changsheng as strange even then.
In particular, the bizarre cultivation techniques and unique hidden weapons he saw Tang San use, none of which he had ever seen before, were already beyond an ordinary Soul Master's knowledge and capabilities.
The suspicions in his heart had only grown.
But then he learned from Tang Hao that Tang San, who was only six at the time, had already been looking after his daily needs for several years. Laundry, cooking, housework-it had all been done by this thin little child.
Such rare filial devotion and maturity made him suppress his doubts for the time being.
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