A few hours later.
Tang Yin stood on the highest mountain of the Heavenly Hammer Sect, looking up at the clear sky.
Beside him, Tang Ming stared at him. He was proud of what his son had become, but he was also hurt that he had not been part of his son's level increase.
Did he have the right to feel proud when he couldn't even defend him that day?
Tang Ming's thoughts were volatile. One moment he felt happy for the great heights his son had reached, the next he was sad for everything he had to go through to reach those heights, without him or the Clan being able to help him.
There was no one else with them. Everyone else had gone to prepare for war... or rather, for slaughter.
"I'll do it now, Father," said Tang Yin, as he slowly ascended into the sky.
"I'll be watching you," smiled Tang Ming.
