The embrace had to end, and the coming-of-age ritual had to move on. Not only had Tang Sen felt a lot of relief after that one hug, but Tang Luo also felt as if he had let go of many burdens from his past.
In the first few years after his birth, he couldn't accept Tang Sen and Xu Shuhui. His mind was filled with destructive and aggressive thoughts from his past life, pushing him to yearn for the blue planet where his familiar culture was. He couldn't stand it here any longer.
If he hadn't discovered martial arts, he might've become a young man who spent all day harassing respectable women on the streets with his malicious followers. In essence, martial arts saved him.
When his master Tang Hongtao solemnly bundled his hair within the headdress, it signified the formal end of the coming-of-age ceremony.
Next, it was time for meals. For the first time, Tang Luo sat down with the leaders of the Tang Clan as Tang Luo himself.
