"Xiaosan:
By the time you read this letter, I will have already left. Don't try to find me, you won't be able to.
Even though you are still young, you can take care of yourself. Only when an eaglet spreads its wings can it soar sooner.
Don't worry about me, your character has inherited much of your mother's gentleness. Your father is a useless man. As you grow, your father needs to retrieve some things that should belong to me. One day, we will meet again, father and son.
I hope you become strong, yet I don't want you to become strong, your path is yours to choose.
If one day you find that being a Soul Master is not to your liking, then return to Holy Spirit Village, and be a blacksmith like me.
Do not dwell on this.
Tang Hao."
Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San was totally stupefied, his joy turning into helpless desolation in an instant.
Father had left; father, why did you leave?
