Five minutes. Ten minutes. A quarter of an hour.
Time ticked away bit by bit, and soon, half an hour had passed.
As time slipped by, Tang San's patience gradually wore thin.
Tang San asked the young doorman who had helped him pass the message earlier, his tone cold.
"Big brother, I wonder how much longer I have to wait?"
The young doorman had no answer for this question, only replying indifferently.
"Little brother, all I can do is pass on your message."
"As for whether the Pavilion Master will see you, or when she will see you?"
"That is not something I can decide."
The young doorman's flat tone now sounded to Tang San like nothing but arrogance and contempt. Tang San believed the doorman had been fobbing him off and mocking him, never having delivered the message at all, just wanting to see him make a fool of himself.
Thinking of this, Tang San no longer wanted to wait like a fool. Since this person looked down on him, he would go in and find her himself.
Seeing the gloomy expression on Tang San's face, the young man sensed his intentions and warned him sternly.
"Little brother, our Moonlight Pavilion lobby is guarded by a Soul King expert. Causing trouble here is very dangerous."
Hearing the young man 'threaten' him with the presence of a Soul King, Tang San's face turned ashen, and his original plan to force his way in was immediately extinguished. He was already suffering from unhealed, severe injuries; if he really provoked a Soul King and had to fight, it would be one thing if the Pavilion Master were there, but if she weren't, he would be in danger. With no other choice, Tang San could only continue to wait.
And this wait, added to the previous half hour, meant Tang San had waited for a full two hours.
Just as Tang San was growing impatient, a group of people suddenly walked out of the Moonlight Pavilion entrance. Leading them was an elegant, noble-looking beautiful woman who appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a long silver palace gown, accompanied by an elderly man with white hair and beard who carried a distinguished air.
The woman bowed respectfully to the old man.
"Take care, Old Ye, and have a safe journey."
The old man smiled and responded to the woman in the palace gown.
"Very well, Madam, you may return inside."
After speaking, the old man boarded a magnificent carriage at the entrance and departed.
The woman in the palace gown watched the old man leave before intending to head back inside.
Seeing that this woman seemed to be an insider of the Moonlight Pavilion, Tang San stepped forward to block her path and said.
"Madam, I wonder if the Pavilion Master of the Moonlight Pavilion is in? This junior has an urgent matter and seeks an audience."
Seeing the young man before her wishing to see her, the beautiful woman responded gently.
"I am the Pavilion Master of this Moonlight Pavilion. I wonder what urgent matter you have, little friend?"
Tang San was somewhat surprised to find that the person he had been waiting two hours for was right in front of him. However, it was good that he had found her. Tang San recited the code his father had given him.
"The person who asked me to come told me that as long as I said to the Pavilion Master of the Moonlight Pavilion, 'When the full moon is incomplete, the old friend vaguely arrives,' the Pavilion Master would understand."
When the woman in the palace gown heard this code from Tang San, her expression stiffened and her body froze. A moment later, she was overcome with wild joy, to the point where she could barely maintain her elegant composure.
However, realizing that their current location was not appropriate for conversation, she hurriedly said to Tang San.
"This is not the place to talk. Little friend, come inside with me."
With that, the woman pulled Tang San along and walked urgently into the Moonlight Pavilion.
Stepping inside, Tang San felt the environment was even more elegant, as if he were immersed in a poem or a painting. Surrounded by fresh flowers and greenery, the decor was unique, tasteful, and refined. The comfortable chairs made one forget their fatigue, as if embracing a warm harbor.
The people inside the Moonlight Pavilion were stunned to see the woman in the palace gown pulling a young man along in such an uncomposed manner, but the woman clearly had no mind to care about that now, pulling Tang San straight toward the upper floors.
The woman in the palace gown led Tang San all the way to the top floor of the Moonlight Pavilion.
The top floor was a hall even more comfortable and elegant than the first floor, and the room full of agarwood furnishings further demonstrated the taste and wealth of its owner.
Upon reaching the top floor, the woman introduced the space to Tang San.
"This is my private space."
"We can talk safely here."
She then went straight to the point, asking the question she cared about most.
"Was it Hao Ge who sent you to find me? Is he doing well?"
Hearing this beautiful woman call his father Hao Ge, Tang San felt a strange emotion in his heart. He always felt that when this woman called his father Hao Ge, the emotion was very similar to how Xiao Wu called him Third Brother, which made him feel some repulsion toward her. But out of trust for his father, he decided to ask.
"What is your relationship with him?"
Tang San asked coldly.
Hearing Tang San's question, the woman in the palace gown replied directly.
"Tang Hao is my brother. I am his younger sister, Tang Yuehua."
As she spoke, Tang Yuehua summoned a small white hammer from her hand. Tang Yuehua was very decisive; because only she and her brother knew the code Tang San had spoken, she trusted him deeply.
Hearing Tang Yuehua's reply and seeing the white Clear Sky Hammer in her hand, Tang San's heart was in turmoil. Although Tang Yuehua's hammer was different from an ordinary Clear Sky Hammer, it was clearly related to it.
This beautiful woman before him and his aged father were actually siblings?!! No one would ever guess that!
However, words could be deceptive, but a Martial Soul could not. Plus, this was the place his father had told him about in his final instructions. Although it was hard to believe, it seemed this person really was his aunt. So, did he still have family alive in this world?
Thinking of this, Tang San raised his left hand, and a small, pitch-black hammer, identical in appearance to the one Tang Yuehua had shown earlier, appeared in his palm. Tang San spoke up.
"My name is Tang San, and my father's name is Tang Hao."
Tang Yuehua looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand in shock, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, murmuring to herself.
"Tang San, is it! So you are the son of Hao Ge and her."
However, Tang Yuehua did not dwell on this point; she was quite happy to see her own nephew today.
Tang Yuehua asked Tang San gently.
"Little San, may I call you that?"
Tang San responded respectfully.
"Of course, Aunt."
Hearing Tang San call her Aunt made her even happier. However, looking at Tang San's pale complexion and the scent of medicine on him, combined with the fact that Tang San had come but Tang Hao had not, Tang Yuehua developed a bad premonition. The joy in her heart began to recede, and she asked with some trepidation.
"Little San, are you injured?"
"And how is your father?"
Hearing Tang Yuehua mention his father, Tang San's eyes involuntarily turned red, and the sorrow in his heart began to overflow. Tang San choked out, "My father... he was murdered by villains, and my injuries were also caused by them."
Hearing the news of Tang Hao's death, Tang Yuehua was struck as if by lightning. Her expression was one of astonishment; she staggered back two steps involuntarily and whispered, repeating the words.
"Hao Ge... is dead?"
But soon she shook her head in denial, murmuring to herself.
"He is the world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo; how could he just die like this?"
Then Tang Yuehua looked at Tang San. Her previous elegance was gone, and she shouted angrily at Tang San.
"No, you're lying! Hao Ge is so strong, how could he possibly die!"
"Speak! Who exactly are you, and why are you impersonating Hao Ge's son to deceive me!"
Seeing Tang Yuehua's refusal to believe, Tang San saw the genuine affection she held for his father, which both reassured and saddened him. But the facts were the facts. Tang San raised his left hand, and his Blue Silver Grass Spirit appeared. Fighting back the urge to cry, he said to Tang Yuehua, "Aunt, I am indeed Father's child. My Twin Martial Souls are proof of that, and I have also learned the truth that my mother was a Soul Beast."
"My father... he is truly dead!"
Seeing the Blue Silver Grass Spirit in Tang San's other hand, Tang Yuehua was stunned. A single Clear Sky Hammer might be a fake, but with the addition of the Blue Silver Grass, there was absolutely no second case like it in the world. So, her second brother was really dead?!!
Thinking of this, Tang Yuehua seemed to lose her soul, collapsing to the ground as tears flowed silently. Thirteen years had passed, and the news of her brother she received was that he was no longer in this world.
Tang San watched Tang Yuehua's reaction and stepped forward to call out to her. But Tang Yuehua did not react at all, only weeping uncontrollably.
Tang San had no choice but to stand quietly behind Tang Yuehua, waiting.
After a long while, Tang San finally heard Tang Yuehua's heart-wrenching cry.
"Hao~ Ge~!!!"
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