Douro Continent

Chapter 60 Father's Message (Part 3)

"Mistress:

By the time you read this letter, I will already be gone. ◆Search 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 on 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎𝐜𝐨𝐦◆ Don't look for me, you won't find me.

Although you are still young, you are capable of taking care of yourself. Only by spreading your wings can a fledgling eagle take flight sooner.

Don't worry about me; you've inherited much of your mother's sensitivity in your personality. Your father is a useless man. As you grow older, your father needs to reclaim some things that rightfully belong to me. One day, we, father and son, will meet again.

I want you to become strong, but I also don't want you to become strong. It's your path, you choose for yourself.

If one day you feel that the Soul Master profession is not good, then go back to Holy Soul Village and become a blacksmith like me.

Don't worry about it.

Tang Hao.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San was completely stunned. His joy instantly turned into helpless disappointment.

Dad is gone. Dad, why did you leave?

Looking at Tang San's dazed expression, Old Jack smiled bitterly and said, "Tang Hao left without any warning. I came to him the day before yesterday to have him forge farm tools. Now that he's gone, we'll have to find another blacksmith. That guy is so irresponsible."

Tang San slowly came to his senses. "Grandpa Jack, you mean, Dad just left a couple of days ago?"

Old Jack nodded. "He must have left just these last two days. Little San, don't be sad. It's not worth it for a father like that. Come with Grandpa, let's go to my house."

Tang San silently shook his head, carefully folded the paper in his hand, and put it into his pocket.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack, but the house is such a mess, I won't invite you to stay. I still need to tidy up."

Old Jack was taken aback. He hadn't expected that young Tang San would actually give him the boot. He sighed and said, "Alright. But if you need anything, just come find me." He shook his head helplessly and turned to walk outside.

Old Jack left, leaving only Tang San and Xiao Wu in the blacksmith shop. Tang San didn't say a word, but began tidying up the messy room, organizing every single item.

Surprisingly, Xiao Wu, who is usually lively and active, remained silent at this moment. She walked to Tang San's side and quietly helped him put things away one by one. She scooped clean water from the water vat outside and helped him wipe the dust in the room.

……

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

The master was reading in his room when his mistress came home, leaving him feeling empty. They had spent a year together, and although he didn't say it, his feelings for his disciple were constantly deepening.

Even this morning when Tang San left, he hesitated about whether to go visit him. In the end, the master rejected the idea. There were many reasons, and even he himself couldn't explain them.

Bang, bang, bang, just then, a knocking sound suddenly rang out.

The master frowned. Normally, apart from Tang San, no one would come to his place.

"Please come in," the master said calmly, putting down the book in his hand.

The door opened, and a tall figure walked in. He wore a simple gray robe, his messy black hair was draped over his shoulders, his aged face was etched with the marks of time, and his cloudy eyes seemed to indicate that he was already in his twilight years, which did not match his appearance of being only about fifty years old.

"Hello, Master." The newcomer's voice was deep and somewhat hoarse.

For some reason, the moment this person entered the door, the master subconsciously tensed up, and even his soul power unconsciously spread throughout his body.

"Who are you?" The master slowly stood up, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The man in gray said calmly, "Speaking of which, it's been about twenty years since we last met. Given my current appearance, it's no wonder you don't recognize me. My name is Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao?" The master's usually calm expression suddenly changed drastically. His pupils focused almost instantly as he stared intently at the person before him. His hands gripped the table, his fingers turning bluish-white. "You, you are Hao..."

Tang Hao waved his hand, stopping the master from continuing, and said coldly, "There's no need to mention the past titles anymore. Back then, we met a few times. Others might have thought you were just a madman, but I knew you were a persistent person."

The master gradually calmed down, his stiff face twitching slightly. "It seems I guessed right, you really are the mistress's father. He's already home, so why are you here?"

Tang Hao nodded and said calmly, "I'm here precisely because he's gone home. I know you took him as your disciple. As his father, I should have come to see you sooner. Now that I'm leaving, his only concern is him, so I hope to entrust Xiao San to you."

"You're leaving? Where are you going? He's your son." The master stared intently at Tang Hao, his eyes slightly sharp.

Tang Hao remained indifferent. "He was also your disciple. I have to leave; there are many things I must do. He won't find happiness with me. I have no other demands; his life is his own choice. Ten years have passed. I've been gone from this world for ten years. Now he's grown up, and there are things I must do."

The master took a deep breath. "I don't know what has happened to you, but I can see that the other woman is very attached to you. Don't you think it's too cruel for her to leave like this?"

Tang Hao said calmly, "He himself has decided to walk an extraordinary path. Being with me would be cruel to him. Alright, I have said what I needed to say. No matter what, please remember that he is my son."

After saying this, Tang Hao raised his hand and waved it. A jet-black token landed on the table in front of the master with a clang. The token was exactly the same as the one the master had shown when he brought Tang San into the Soul Hunting Forest. However, this token had a total of six patterns on it...

(End of this chapter)

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