Chapter 335: Father and Son Meet, but Not with Warmth, Extraordinarily Tragic
Chapter 335: Father and Son Meet, but Not with Warmth, Extraordinarily Tragic
On the gravel path, Tang San followed closely behind Yu Xiaogang.
He was unaware of the low-voiced discussions on the training grounds behind him.
He only felt the irritability in his heart growing heavier.
At this moment, Tang San’s mind was filled with all sorts of strange visions regarding his Spirit.
He followed behind Yu Xiaogang, walking forward along the academy’s path.
He was very familiar with this path; it led toward the faculty dormitory area.
Rows of dwarf pines were planted on both sides of the road, their needles rustling in the wind, with a few withered yellow needles occasionally drifting down and brushing past his shoulders.
Halfway there, he finally couldn’t help but speak up.
"Teacher, what exactly did you want to see me for?"
There was a hint of urgency suppressed in his voice.
Yu Xiaogang did not stop his pace, nor did he look back.
"You’ll know once we’re inside."
He only said this one sentence, his tone so calm it didn’t have a single ripple.
Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to press further, but seeing the Grandmaster’s unyielding attitude, he forced himself to swallow the words back down.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he followed silently.
The faculty dormitory area was very quiet, with several rows of stone houses neatly arranged, their walls covered in dark green vines whose leaves flipped gently in the wind.
Yu Xiaogang’s dormitory was in the innermost row, a small detached stone house.
Yu Xiaogang stopped in front of the door and reached out to push it open.
"Click!"
The wooden door made a dull, soft sound as it swung inward.
Standing behind Yu Xiaogang, Tang San didn’t even have time to see the room’s furnishings before his nose caught a faint scent of herbs mixed with the smell of old wood.
Then, his gaze froze.
A figure was sitting in a chair.
It was a person wearing a black cloak.
The cloak’s hood was not pulled up, revealing a face Tang San was incredibly familiar with.
A face full of stubble, a sharp-angled jawline, and those deep, steady eyes.
Those eyes were quietly watching him, their gaze carrying a complex emotion Tang San had never seen before.
The man sat in the chair, his black robe wrapped tightly around him, but even through the fabric, the broad outline of his shoulders and back was still visible.
Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning, freezing at the doorway.
He recognized that face.
He had seen this face in his dreams numerous times.
After leaving Saint Spirit Village, he had repeatedly traced every detail of these features in his mind.
The curve of the brow bone, the distribution of the stubble, the shallow lines at the corners of the mouth.
He was afraid that over time, they would become blurred.
But now, this person was sitting right in front of him, alive and real.
"Dad?"
Tang San’s voice carried a clear tremble.
When these two words squeezed out of his throat, he himself could hardly believe it.
It felt like a dream, or a scene one only dared to imagine in a dream.
Tang Hao sat in the chair, looking at his son at the door.
His gaze swept over Tang San’s face inch by inch, as if carefully identifying something.
Then, his lips slowly pulled into a smile.
That smile was very faint, even somewhat stiff, like someone who hadn’t smiled in a long time trying hard to move his facial muscles.
But that smile carried an indescribable sense of relief.
"Little San."
His voice was raspy and low, "You’ve grown taller."
These words were like a key, suddenly unlocking the emotions Tang San had accumulated over the past six years.
He could no longer control himself; he took a large step over the threshold and rushed in front of Tang Hao.
He reached out to hug his father, but halfway through opening his arms, he froze in mid-air.
His gaze moved down from Tang Hao’s face, landing on the black robe.
The right sleeve of that black robe was empty!
The sleeve was deflated from the shoulder down, the folds of the fabric hanging naturally and limply beside the chair’s armrest, gently stirred by the wind blowing in through the window.
Tang San’s gaze suddenly trembled.
Sweeping further down...
The left leg of Tang Hao’s trousers was also empty.
The fabric had been neatly tied off from above the knee, with a rough knot at the end.
Tang San’s pupils contracted sharply, as if he had been punched in the chest.
He remembered what Tai Tan had said to him before.
When the old man mentioned his father, his eyes dodged and his voice was low: "Master... was heavily injured, very, very heavily injured."
At the time, he thought no matter how heavy the injury, it was just internal or bone damage; with his father’s strength as a Titled Douluo, he would surely recover.
He never imagined it would be like this.
Tang Hao’s complexion was even more distressing than his wounds.
The robust and burly blacksmith from Saint Spirit Village...
His figure was now noticeably thinner, the outline of his collarbones faintly visible through the neckline.
The stubble on his face was mostly gray, his cheekbones were more prominent than before, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his skin had lost that rugged, vital bronze luster it once had.
He sat there like a weathered rock.
Tang San lowered his half-extended hand.
That hand clenched in mid-air, his five fingers curling in one by one into a fist, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.
Staring at his father’s empty right arm and left leg, the emotions surging in his chest rose up in waves.
Fury almost set his entire being ablaze.
"Dad."
Tang San’s voice was low and suppressed, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, every word carrying a restrained tremble.
"Dad, who hurt you? Who was it!"
This time his voice suddenly rose, carrying an uncontrollable ferocity.
Tang Hao was silent for a moment.
He looked at Tang San’s tightly clenched fist, at that face seventy percent similar to his own younger self filled with hatred, and at the surging killing intent in his son’s eyes.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again.
He knew he couldn’t hide it, and he didn’t plan to hide it anymore. It was time for the child to know about some debts.
"It was Spirit Hall."
Tang Hao’s voice was very heavy, as if vibrating from deep within his chest.
Standing by the door, Yu Xiaogang shuddered violently upon hearing these words.
His expression changed in an instant.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he only clenched his fists.
Spirit Hall’s pursuit of the entire Clear Sky Sect had never stopped; he knew this.
But he hadn’t expected things to reach such a state.
An ambush capable of causing Tang Hao to lose an arm and a leg—how massive must that display have been? How many Titled Douluos were involved?
Hearing those two words, Tang San’s jaw clamped shut with a snap.
The Mysterious Heaven SkillInternal Energy within his body began to circulate faster, out of control.
A wave of air rippled out from under his feet, blowing the dust near the door into the air.
Anger and hatred almost collapsed his rationality.
He wished he could rush to Spirit Hall right now and tear those who hurt his father into pieces with his own hands.
"Not long ago, Spirit Hall discovered I was with the Strength Clan."
Tang Hao continued.
His tone, however, was terrifyingly calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"They sent Titled Douluos to move against the Strength Clan."
Hearing this, the fire in Tang San’s heart was suddenly wrapped in a layer of chill.
The Strength Clan was Tai Tan’s Family.
"I broke out of the encirclement."
Tang Hao spoke these words casually, using the briefest words to omit all the soul-stirring details.
But Tang San could imagine the scene.
"Spirit Hall."
Tang San squeezed these words out from between his teeth.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a bone-deep coldness, like freezing iron pressed against skin in the dead of winter.
He slowly raised his head, a Mysterious Jade light flashing through his eyes as the killing intent rolling in his gaze nearly solidified.
"I, Tang San, swear here—"
"I will definitely make them... pay in blood!"
(End of Chapter)
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