Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388: 176. Two Hundred Years in Retrospect, The Hardest is the First Encounter (8.3K Words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_3

Tang Xiaokong revealed a gratified smile.

Being in a different position, had he truly been Song Yan, without a trace of family integration, he would definitely hide his power, would not act so boldly, risking exposing his entire hand.

If it weren’t so, he might not have been so easily recognized by Emperor Shixiang.

Tang Xiaokong naturally didn’t know about the "Demon Monk’s sense of the other half," nor did he know that even if Song Yan didn’t act, he would have been recognized.

But when Song Yan acted back then, did he truly foresee this far?

Not necessarily.

He indeed holds feelings for the Formless Ancient Race, and his words at this moment are indeed true, at least... ninety percent true.

Tang Xiaokong said, "You boy are truly a mystery, an old man like me is completely unaware of how you endured that month in the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold.

Vilampu, Emperor Shixiang, numerous demons, needless to say, along with the hidden dangers within the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold.

Everywhere held murder, everywhere was perilous, a single wrong step would lead to eternal damnation, looking up and around only showed dead ends, yet you survived, I barely admire anyone in my life, but you are one. Impressive, truly impressive!"

Song Yan murmured, "Back then, I told the clan leader and the ancestor that I had an opportunity on the demon, I killed that demon, completed the opportunity, and only barely survived thanks to that treasure."

The air suddenly quieted down.

Song Yan said, "That treasure is the Changwang Evil Pearl, a pearl refined by the Changwang Hu clan through the heavens and earth."

Tang Xiaokong and Tang Yanfen exchanged a glance, their expressions softened a bit.

Tang Yanfen held his hand and said, "It’s all over now, good child, from now on, you’ll live well in our clan, you are our family."

And it was at this moment that the curtain was suddenly lifted, Tang Xiaoxuan entered from outside, his face cold, staring wordlessly at the person on the bed.

Song Yan noticed his gaze, hurriedly straightened up, and respectfully said, "Clan Leader."

Tang Xiaoxuan snorted coldly and said, "I’m not your clan leader!

Song Great Young Master, such audacity! You danced on the knife’s edge, played the Demon Race and Ancient Race into circles... impressive! Impressive indeed!

How am I, Tang, worthy? How can I befit as your clan leader!? Ha..."

"Clan Leader, I’m sorry..."

Song Yan’s voice choked a bit, he slightly turned his face, took a light breath, and said, desolate, "I was just afraid."

"Afraid?"

Tang Xiaoxuan couldn’t help but laugh, "Tell me, Song Great Young Master, what were you afraid of with such audacity?"

Song Yan ignored his mockery and continued, "Clan Leader was right, I danced on the edge of the knife, but I never wanted to tease anyone, I just wanted to live well.

Yet heaven didn’t grant me a peaceful fate, I could only seek joy in suffering, walking step by step with difficulty.

Because I want to live, is there anything wrong with that?

Later... I met Senior Feng Chengzi, I promised him to protect Tang Fan, but I failed, I am a waste.

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