An Epic Meeting, Joy

But it was a bit of a pity. The Clear Sky Douluo he idolized had probably long since been scattered here and there by the wind.

Even the northwest wind Yu Xiaogang had drunk a few days ago might have contained Tang Hao. He just did not know it.

However, Yu Xiaogang's words reminded Tang San of his father. His father should be nearby now, but he suppressed the excitement in his heart. It was still too early.

Even if he knew, he could not reveal it. Otherwise, if his father asked how he knew, he would have nothing to say. Ever since he became a God King, father and son had barely seen each other.

So he still missed his father quite a bit. At least when he had been at a disadvantage in the early days, his father had been his greatest support.

As for what he had said before about not relying on anyone, how could his father be counted among just anyone?

After reining in his longing for his father, he grew irritated by the endless chatter of the crew-cut man beside him. For Yu Xiaogang to irritate a God King like this was truly terrifying! After casually responding a couple of times, he said that his injuries required quiet recuperation and sent him away. Once his surroundings were peaceful again, he began treating his injuries in earnest, hoping to see the Xiao Wu he thought of day and night as soon as possible.

As for the Lu Mingchuan whom Yu Xiaogang had mentioned so frequently just now? Hmph, once he grew up, he would be nothing more than an ant. Tang San truly did not take a mere Douluo native seriously.

Little did he know that the original Tang San had been slapped in the