5 Chapter 4: A Father’s Sacrifice for His Son
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The servants had all been sent away, leaving just Tang Luo and Tang Sen in the room. The younger one sat in the middle of the bed, while the older one sat on the side, their gazes fixing on each other.

Neither spoke first, the atmosphere was silent, but not awkward. Both were quite natural.

Tang Luo fell silent for a simple reason. The number on his father’s head had changed.

He clearly remembered, the day before yesterday, the number above his father, Tang Sen was 30045.5, and today it was already 30055.9, an increase of 10.4.

During these days of recuperation, Tang Luo had his own guesses about these numbers and he was eager to verify them.

Firstly:

Everyone had the numbers, but their values were different. For example, Aji who just performed in front of him, his number was 74.6, while the other servants’ numbers were mostly between 50 and 70.

His mother had come to visit him for the past two days, but her number hadn’t changed at all. The first time he saw it was 6130.7, and it was still the same today.

Because his body was weak and he was arranged to rest in the room, Tang Luo temporarily could not see the numbers of the mansion guards and sect warriors.

these numbers. These values might be related to

practice due to laziness in their childhood, or just were ordinary people

of the clan’s Martial Hall, Tang Sen could be said to be the strongest among the older generation, it’s no surprise that his number is

which meant she must be a warrior who has transcended the Mortal Realm. Her number was nearly five times less than Tang Sen’s. Tang Luo couldn’t think of anything else that could cause such a huge difference between them except for

increase over time, he couldn’t figure out what else these increasing numbers could represent. Could

one’s cultivation, a person’s physique would undergo various forms of evolution, the most obvious of which was the

countless speculations but difficult to experiment, since Tang Luo couldn’t see

how much he craned his neck, and they didn’t appear in the mirror. This deprived Tang Luo

for now because his Dantian (a term in Chinese martial arts referring to the “sea of energy”) was already strange enough. He didn’t want to be sliced up for study. He had heard that many martial artists who were stuck

silence, Tang Luo could daydream all day

to speak up. His voice was still low, but no longer full of authority like when he first

thoughts, and the kid realized that Tang Sen had been sitting by the bed

but like most

initiating conversations with his children either. Most of the time, it was Shuhui who carried out these

between the two had happened at

something important to discuss with him. The last time

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