Little Three:

  When you see this letter, I will have left. Don't look for me, it's impossible for you to find me.

  Although you are still young, you have the ability to take care of yourself. The eaglet can only fly higher earlier by spreading its own wings.

  Don't worry about me, you've inherited many of your mom's delicate qualities. Dad is a useless person. As you grow up, dad needs to go back and get some things that should belong to me. One day, the two of us will meet again.

  I hope you become strong, but also don't want you to become strong, your own path, you choose yourself.

  If one day you feel that being a Soul Master is not good, then return to Holy Soul Village and become an ironworker like me.

  Don't think about it.

  Tang Hao

  Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San was stunned, and his overwhelming joy instantly turned into helpless loss.

  Dad is gone, Dad, why did you have to go?

  Old Jack looked at Tang San's distracted appearance and sighed, "Tang Hao that guy left without any warning, the day before yesterday I still came to ask him to forge farm tools, now he's gone, we'll have to find another blacksmith in the future. This guy is really too irresponsible."

  Tang San slowly regained his composure, "Grandpa Jack, you're saying that Father just left two days ago?"

  Old Jack nodded. "It should be these two days that he left. Little San, don't be sad, it's not worth it for such a father. Follow Grandpa and go to my house."

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

  "Thank you, Grandpa Jack. My home is such a mess, I won't ask you to stay any longer. I still need to clean up."

  Old Jack was taken aback, he didn't expect little Tang San to actually issue a dismissal order. He sighed and said: "Alright, but if you need anything, just come find me." With a helpless shake of his head, he turned around and walked away.

  Old Jack left, and the blacksmith's shop was left with only Tang San and Xiao Wu. Tang San didn't say a word, and started cleaning up the messy room, putting everything in order.

  Surprisingly, the usually lively and active Xiao Wu remained silent at this time, walking to Tang San's side and quietly helping him put things away, scooping clear water from the outside water tank to help him wipe down the dusty room.

  ……

  Nordhagen Junior Soul Academy.

  The master was reading a book in his room, Xiaosan returned home, and he felt empty inside. After spending a year together, although he didn't say it out loud, his feelings for this disciple were constantly deepening.

  Until now, when Tang San was about to leave, he still hesitated whether or not to go to his house to take a look. In the end, Master didn't make up his mind on this idea of his own. There were many reasons for it, and even he himself couldn't explain clearly.

  Bang, bang, bang, at this time, a knock on the door suddenly rang out.

  The master furrowed his brow, normally except for Tang San, no one would come to him.

  "Please come in." The master put down the book in his hand and said lightly.

  The door opened, and a tall figure walked in from outside. He wore a simple gray robe, his disheveled black hair scattered over his shoulders, his aged face etched with the lines of hardship, and his dull eyes seemed to have reached the twilight years, which was inconsistent with his appearance of being only around fifty years old.

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

  For some reason, as soon as this person stepped through the door, the master's entire body subconsciously tensed up, and even his soul power spread throughout his body without him realizing it.

  "Who are you?" He slowly stood up, a few hints of doubt flowing out from the master's eyes.

  "It's been twenty years since we last met, I suppose. No wonder you don't recognize me with this appearance. My name is Tang Hao."

  "Taohua?" The master's expression, which had been as calm as an ancient well, suddenly changed dramatically. His eyes focused intently on the person in front of him, his pupils shrinking almost instantly. He stared at him fixedly, his hands grasping the table edge, his fingers already turning pale blue. "You... you're Taohua..."

  Tang Hao waved his hand to stop the master from continuing, and said coldly: "There's no need to mention past titles. In those days, we also had a few encounters, others may think you're just a madman, but I know that you are a persistent person."

  The master's emotions gradually calmed down, his stiff face twitched slightly, "It seems I was right, you are indeed the father of Xiao San. He has already returned home, why are you here?"

  Tang Hao nodded slightly and said faintly, "It's precisely because he has returned home that I'm here. I know you've taken him as your disciple. As his father, I should have come to see you long ago. I must leave now, my only concern is him, so I hope to entrust Little San to you."

  "You want to leave? Where are you going? He is your son." The master stared at Tang Huang with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

  Tang Hao still had a cold expression, "He is also your disciple. I must leave, there are many things that need to be done. He followed me and won't find happiness. I have no other requests, his life is for him to choose. It's been ten years, I've already left this world for ten years, now he's grown up, there are some things that I must do."

  The master took a deep breath. "I don't know what has happened to you, but I can see that Xiaosan is deeply attached to you. Don't you think it's too cruel for him if you just leave like this?"

  "He has decided to take an extraordinary path, and being with me would be cruel to him. That's all I have to say, remember, he is my son."

  After finishing this sentence, Tang Hao raised his hand and waved it. A black token fell 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 took Tang San into the Hunting Soul Forest, except that there were six patterns on this token...