Yu Xiaogang was bowing his head, flipping through the book in his hands, completely engrossed.
When Tang San said he was going home, Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly felt empty, as if something had been ripped away.
Throughout this entire academic year, the two had been together day and night, experiencing many things.
Duan Yuanchen used his Book Martial Soul to day after day refine every aspect of him.
That nurturing tenderness became increasingly apparent.
Every morning upon waking, Yu Xiaogang felt he was one step closer to becoming a true woman.
That former masculine vigor had long since been smoothed away by time.
Replaced by a valiant and spirited appearance, a total short-haired tomboy.
Toward Tang San, his adopted son, his feelings grew deeper and harder to let go.
This morning, when Tang San was about to leave.
An urge surged in Yu Xiaogang's heart to follow Tang San home.
However, his footsteps hesitated at the door.
After inner struggle, he finally shook his head and suppressed the thought.
The reasons were complex and diverse, even he could not explain them clearly himself.
At this moment, a knock suddenly came from outside the door.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but frown, doubts rising in his heart.
On normal days, apart from Tang San, almost no one came to disturb his peace.
"Who is it? Please come in!"
Yu Xiaogang said indifferently, putting down the book he was reading.
The door creaked open.
A figure wearing a gray robe slowly stepped inside.
Messy black hair was scattered casually over his shoulders, appearing somewhat uninhibited.
His face was aged, with deep traces carved by time.
Although his eyes were slightly turbid, they still revealed firmness and depth.
"Hello, Grandmaster."
A hoarse and low voice rang out in the room.
It made Yu Xiaogang's heart tighten, an inexplicable sense of tension arising spontaneously.
"May I ask, who are you?"
He slowly stood up, his eyes full of doubt and curiosity.
The gray-clothed man sighed softly and said in a flat tone: "It's been twenty years since we last met, right? In this state, no wonder you don't recognize me. I am Tang Hao!"
"Tang Hao?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils rapidly focusing.
His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, his voice even trembling: "You... you are the Clear Sky Douluo?"
Tang Hao waved his hand slightly: "There is no need to mention past titles."
He walked two steps inside, pushed the hood on his head back, revealing his weathered face.
"Thinking back, we could be considered to have dealt with each other a few times."
"In others' eyes, you might just be a crazy person."
"But I know in my heart, you are someone with persistent pursuits."
Yu Xiaogang tried to calm his emotions: "It seems I guessed correctly, you really are Little San's father. But he has gone home, why are you here?"
"That's right, precisely because he went home, I specifically came to find you."
Tang Hao nodded slightly: "I know you adopted him as your foster son. As a father, I should have come to see you long ago."
"Your Excellency, what exactly is your purpose for this visit?"
Yu Xiaogang's gaze carried a hint of sharpness, tightly locked onto Tang Hao.
The latter appeared indifferent, but hidden in the depths of his eyes was imperceptible tenderness.
The more he looked, the more he felt the Yu Xiaogang before him was like his late wife.
"You are Little San's foster mother, I am Little San's father..."
Tang Hao's tone carried a hint of urgency: "Tell me, what else can parents do?"
Before the words fell, he pushed Yu Xiaogang over onto the side.
"I plan to leave, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with."
"Before leaving, let us have a good time! Grandmaster!"
Hearing these words, Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart were dead on the bed.
He took a desperate, sharp breath, his voice trembling: "Go away! Don't come near me..."
Afterward, Tang Hao returned to the indifference he had before entering the room.
He said in a calm tone: "No matter when or where, please remember, he is my son."
He gently raised his hand, and a jet-black token landed steadily before Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
With a "bang", the door closed.
That tall figure had completely disappeared from sight.
Yu Xiaogang looked sluggish, staring at the closed door, not moving for a long time.
A few minutes later, he slowly lowered his head.
His gaze fell on the Supreme Pontiff Token before him.
The corners of his mouth curled into a bitter smile: "I really didn't expect it! My former idol actually treated me like this..."
Looking at the content in the book, the corners of Duan Yuanchen's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, almost unable to hold back his laughter.
Although he hadn't seen the scene with his own eyes, he had already outlined it in his mind: "So, this foster mother role is definitely set in stone, right?"
Xiao Wu in Dorm Seven blinked her eyes and asked incomprehensibly: "Hey! Why are you holding back laughter there?"
Duan Yuanchen closed his Book Martial Soul, waved his hand, and laughed: "I suddenly thought of something happy!"
Time flew like a white horse passing a crevice, and in the blink of an eye, the holiday was coming to an end.
During this time, Duan Yuanchen had been digesting the massive spirit power brought by the thousand-year spirit ring.
His cultivation also successfully broke through to level 15!
When the holiday was officially declared over, Tang San stepped back into the gate of Dorm Seven.
A new school year began, and Xiao Chenyu had completed his studies and gone to an intermediate Spirit Master academy for further education.
In this way, Xiao Wu naturally became the big sister of Notting Academy even more justifiably!
During the last school year, Duan Yuanchen had modified the teacher's favorability toward him many times.
Especially the Dean, the two had a particularly good relationship.
Whenever there was something good, the Dean would prioritize leaving it for him.
After all, Duan Yuanchen had endless gold coins and was very generous!
In happy days, time passed in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, the second school year ended.
Duan Yuanchen's cultivation had already rushed to level 18 spirit power!
The holiday passed in a flash, and the third school year began.
Not long after school started.
Duan Yuanchen had already soared to level 20 spirit power!
But he still kept a low profile, not wanting to be too flashy.
By the time the holiday was approaching, only then did that grandson Tang San struggle to step into the threshold of level 20 spirit power!
During these three years of academy life, he really risked his old life to cultivate.
From the initial 10 levels of innate full spirit power, he had fought his way to the current level 20!
"Little San, I have picked out a second spirit ring for you, it will definitely make your combat power soar!"
When Yu Xiaogang heard this news, he was overjoyed, extremely excited.
Tang San also nodded vigorously: "Thank you, foster mother!"
Yu Xiaogang didn't say a word and decided on the spot to take Tang San to get this second spirit ring tomorrow.
But he was not the only one leading the team!
The lessons from last time were still fresh in his mind; without finding a helper, how could he dare to go to the Soul Hunting Forest again?
He already had a candidate in mind, and that was the Dean of Notting Academy.
He was a 42nd-level Spirit Ancestor, definitely an expert in this area!
Their relationship was very solid, an old friendship of over a decade.
The other party agreed without hesitation.
The four of them left Notting Academy by carriage early the next morning.
Their target was the Soul Hunting Forest!
When entering the forest, Luo San Pao rushed to the very front, with the Dean following closely behind.