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.

he had some bold guesses about these numbers. These

no martial talent, missed the martial practice due to laziness in their childhood, or just were ordinary people who

could be said to be the strongest among the older generation, it’s no surprise that his number

swordswoman which meant she must be a warrior who has transcended the Mortal Realm. Her number was nearly five times less than

the cultivation level, which would increase over time, he couldn’t figure out what else these increasing numbers could represent. Could it

would undergo various forms of evolution, the most obvious of which was the growth in lifespan and physical strength. It seemed quite reasonable to say that these numbers represented a

but difficult to experiment, since Tang Luo couldn’t see his own

matter how much he craned his neck, and they didn’t

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

could daydream all day if you

took the initiative to speak up. His voice was still low, but no longer

that Tang Sen had

a bit guilty, but like most fathers and

very good at initiating conversations with his

the two had happened at such close

important to discuss with him. The last time was probably when he

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