"No."
"Their departure was due to the involvement of the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult. In a sense, I could be considered their savior… though my intentions weren't exactly pure."
Right after Di Tian said this, his words were confirmed.
Sitting slumped in their chairs, leaning against the backrests, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue slowly regained consciousness.
As their perception barely brushed against the outside world, their blurry vision began to clear—and the face of someone they had only met once appeared before them.
Distinct black hair and golden eyes, a lock of hair hanging casually over the forehead—he looked flamboyant and unrestrained.
Despite only meeting him once, both of them remembered him clearly.
Because the man in front of them had truly saved them from a living hell.
When Tang Wulin was nine years old, they had been forcibly involved in a major experiment between the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult—reduced to mere pharmacists or even test subjects.
Lang Yue, as one of the pharmacists in that project, had suffered aftereffects that left her unable to have more children.
On the Heaven Dou Continent, just before a horrific experiment was about to begin, and Tang Ziran was moments away from being used as a test subject, it was this black-haired, golden-eyed youth who had rescued them.
"Savior…" Just as Lang Yue opened her mouth to say the word, Di Tian interrupted her.
"Careful with your words. Otherwise, things might get very awkward later."
"My name is Di Tian. I'm not your savior—and not even technically a 'human'."
"So please, don't call me that."
Tang Ziran and Lang Yue exchanged puzzled glances. Clearly, they couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind Di Tian's words.
But since he had made it clear, they had no reason to insist.
Their dazed minds briefly lingered on the strange and cryptic Di Tian—then quickly shifted to their son, Tang Wulin.
Lang Yue whispered anxiously: "I wonder how Wulin is doing… We left when he was only nine. Who knows how long it's been now? He should still be attending Eastsea Academy, right?"
Tang Ziran hugged his wife and comforted her:"In a bit, I'll contact Wulin's forging teacher, Mang Tian, and ask how he's doing."
"Then we'll tidy ourselves up and go see him."
"Mm-hmm!" Lang Yue nodded expectantly.
However, before they could finalize their plans, Di Tian once again interrupted.
"Before you two get too cheerful, let me share some bad news."
"It's been over ten years since I rescued you from the Spirit Transferring Tower branch on the Heaven Dou Continent."
"That little Wulin you mentioned—has already grown from 'Little Tang Wulin' to 'Big Tang Wulin'."
"In fact… when he was eighteen, he even got a girlfriend. She's the young lady sitting next to me—Gu Yuena."
"Of course, Tang Wulin and Gu Yuena broke up several years ago."
Those few short sentences from Di Tian delivered a torrent of shocking revelations to Tang Ziran and Lang Yue.
Being unconscious for over a decade—to them—was like a bolt from the blue.
Standing there dumbfounded, the two finally understood why Di Tian refused to consider himself their savior.
Putting someone into a coma for more than ten years, then reviving them with intact life signs—even the most advanced soul tech couldn't do that. Yet it had happened to two ordinary people.
There was no doubt Di Tian had a motive they couldn't comprehend.
And it was very likely related to their beloved son—Tang Wulin.
Tang Ziran immediately stepped forward, facing Di Tian firmly:"If you're planning to use us to threaten Wulin, we won't let you succeed."
"You saved our lives once—you can take them back at any time."
Lang Yue, leaning against Tang Ziran, also straightened up with unexpected resolve, as if silently declaring:
"We have no regrets."
Even as the atmosphere grew tense, Di Tian remained surprisingly gentle—something rare in recent years.
"Don't worry. I haven't done anything to you."
"If I really wanted to use you as leverage against Tang Wulin, wouldn't it be easier to keep you unconscious?"
"I'm only here today… to have a simple meal."
"After all, this place could be considered half of Gu Yuena's family home."
While speaking, Di Tian took Gu Yuena's hand and, with special emphasis, introduced her again.
Finally catching up to the flood of information, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue turned their attention to Gu Yuena.
This was the beautiful woman Di Tian said had once dated their son.
This was the same Gu Yuena who had broken up with Wulin and was now Di Tian's partner.
The more Lang Yue looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. Then, remembering Di Tian's earlier remark about this place being half Gu Yuena's family home, her eyes widened.
She instinctively grabbed Gu Yuena's hand and exclaimed:
"You're Na'er?!"
Lang Yue still remembered that adorable silver-haired little girl vividly.
And now, it was obvious—the stunning silver-haired woman in front of her was Na'er all grown up.
Gu Yuena's thoughts were a bit complicated, but on the surface, her expression remained serene and calm:
"I am Gu Yuena, not Na'er."
Feeling the cold distance in her tone, Lang Yue could only sigh softly and withdraw her now-empty hand.
Seizing the moment, Di Tian handed Lang Yue a civilian-model storage soul tool.
"Inside are the ingredients I prepared. Don't add anything else—Na'er is pregnant."
Gu Yuena's hand, hidden beneath her sleeve, clenched tightly. But whether it was her will or not, she still leaned against Di Tian like a delicate bird, her face radiating with a soft, collagen-rich glow of happiness.
The warm scene, at least on the surface, prompted Tang Ziran and Lang Yue to offer polite congratulations:
"Congratulations to both of you. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness."
Under the table, Tang Ziran lightly nudged Lang Yue, urging her to go prepare a simple meal.
Then, as he watched the handsome man and beautiful woman before him—seemingly radiating bliss—he couldn't help but form a strong suspicion.
It seemed likely that his son, Tang Wulin, had once been caught in a messy and tangled love triangle involving Di Tian and Gu Yuena.
And judging by how things turned out…
His son appeared to have lost.
Why was he so certain?
Well, first of all, from childhood, Tang Ziran had read all kinds of storybooks and heard countless legends and real-world tales involving love triangles—his ears were practically calloused from them.
Not to mention, Tang Ziran himself had once been part of a particularly twisted triangle.
If he mapped the current situation—Di Tian, Gu Yuena, and Tang Wulin—to one of those stories…
Then he, Tang Ziran, was the equivalent of the unborn child inside Gu Yuena right now.
(End of Chapter)