Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"What about you?"

Tang Hao's voice rang out again, his cloudy eyes looking at her.

"Do you want to go?"

Cinderella looked up and met Tang Hao's gaze.

She did not answer immediately.

She was thinking.

The realm of the God of Slaughter... must be comprehended through slaughter, and tempered in blood and fire.

Her martial spirit is the crystal dancing shoe, a manifestation of the laws of the fairy tale world.

Her fighting style is a combination of agile attacks and control, a blend of elegance and lethality.

The pure, brutal killing intent of the God of Slaughter Domain was not compatible with her martial soul.

Forcing a fusion would not only fail to unleash the true power of the domain, but could also hinder her cultivation path.

Cinderella shook her head.

"I'm not going."

Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally firm.

"The Killing God Domain is incompatible with my martial soul. Going there would be a waste of time."

Tang Hao looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

He neither offered any advice nor asked why.

Because he knew that Cinderella was right.

"So, what are your plans next?"

Tang Hao's voice remained calm, but Cinderella detected a subtle hint of...concern.

She thought for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"I want to travel around the mainland."

Cinderella's gaze drifted into the distance, towards the sky shrouded in twilight.

"I've been cultivating for so long, constantly on the move, constantly fighting. I want to stop and see this world."

Tang Hao did not respond.

He simply gazed at Cinderella silently, a complex emotion flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Like a father watching his daughter about to embark on a long journey.

"Okay," Tang Hao said, uttering only one word.

Cinderella smiled.

Chapter 479 Ah Yin and Hu Liena

While Tang Hao was talking to Cinderella, footsteps echoed from the depths of the forest.

No, it wasn't just footsteps.

The blue silver grass was cheering, the earth was trembling, and the entire forest was shaking.

Tang Hao and Cinderella turned their heads at the same time to look at the path leading into the depths of the forest.

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Tang San.

Cinderella's pupils suddenly contracted.

She could hardly believe her eyes.

Is she a mistress?

The Tang San who walked out before was completely different from the Tang San who walked out now.

His appearance has changed.

The facial features are still the same, but the lines have become deeper and more refined, like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

His skin was as white as jade, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

His hair... changed from ink to a pure, deep-sea blue.

Long, blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze, each strand seemingly glowing.

Tang Hao saw it too.

The moment his gaze fell upon Tang San, he froze completely.

Tang San had seen many expressions on Tang Hao's face.

Anger, indifference, exhaustion, numbness...

But he had never seen such an expression before.

Boundless tenderness.

The murky look that had shrouded Tang Hao's eyes for years seemed to vanish in that instant, revealing a pair of clear, boyish eyes beneath.

Those eyes were now reflecting Tang San's face, his long blue hair, and his unreal, handsome features.

Then, two lines of tears silently streamed down Tang Hao's aged face.

“Ah Yin…”

Tang Hao's voice trembled, his hands trembled, his whole body trembled.

He stared intently at Tang San, his gaze passing through that handsome face as if he were seeing someone else entirely.

A person he had longed for for over a decade, someone etched into his bones and soul.

“A-Gin…A-Gin…”

Tang Hao murmured to himself, then suddenly took a step forward, opened his arms, and hugged Tang San tightly.

Tang San's body suddenly stiffened.

He wasn't used to being so close to Tang Hao.

From Holy Soul Village to Notting City, from Notting City to the Soul Master Competition, from the Soul Master Competition to Waterfall Valley, Tang Hao has never been a father who expresses his emotions.

He only gives orders, only makes arrangements, and only says things like "Sit down," "Go," and "Go" in an unquestionable tone.

He never hugs.

But at this moment, Tang Hao held her very tightly.

Tang San could feel the trembling of his arms, the rise and fall of his chest, and the frantic beating of his aged heart inside his chest.

“A-Yin…you’re back…you’re finally back…”

Tang Hao's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, and tears dripped onto Tang San's long blue hair, one drop at a time, scalding hot.

Tang San's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether he should push away this man who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He looked at Cinderella.

Cinderella stood a few steps away, her long golden braid hanging down her back, her amber eyes reflecting the scene. She didn't speak, but simply smiled gently at Tang San.

Tang San understood that smile.

His hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, slowly fell down.

He didn't push Tang Hao away, nor did he hug him back. He just stood there like a wooden man, letting the old man hold him tightly, letting his tears fall onto his long blue hair.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire valley in a warm orange-red hue.

Tang Hao's sobs gradually subsided.

From wailing and sobbing to silent choking, and then to only a slight trembling of the shoulders.

He hugged her for a long time.

So long that Tang San's legs became numb, and so long that Cinderella sighed softly and sat down to the side.

Then, Tang Hao let go of her hand.

He took a step back, but his hands were still on Tang San's shoulders, his cloudy eyes staring unblinkingly at Tang San's face.

The turbidity in those eyes had mostly faded, revealing a pair of bright eyes underneath.

"So similar...too similar..."

Tang Hao murmured, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

His hand trembled as it slowly moved from Tang San's shoulder to his face, his rough fingertips gently stroking Tang San's brow bone, nose, and lips, as if caressing a lost treasure that had been found again.

Tang San instinctively wanted to dodge, but in the end he didn't.

He felt the warmth of Tang Hao's fingertips, felt the rough hand trembling slightly, and felt the old heart pounding violently in the man's chest.

"Your mother is beautiful."

Tang Hao's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"She is really, really beautiful."

His gaze passed through Tang San's face, as if he saw another person, the figure etched into his bones and blood, fused into his soul.

"She is the most perfect woman in the world."

Tang Hao's hand slid off Tang San's face and hung down at his side.

He turned around, facing the sky dyed red by the setting sun, his gray robes fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

"It seems that all the words in the world used to describe beauty were created for her."

His voice echoed through the valley, carrying a deep, long-suppressed tenderness.

"Her hair was blue. Just like yours now, it was as blue as the deep sea, as blue as the night sky. When the sunlight shone on it, it would glow. The first time I saw her, I was attracted by her long hair."

Tang Hao raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air, as if trying to grab something, but he only managed to grasp a wisp of evening breeze.