Funeral

Tailong's fists slowly clenched. The next moment, without a second thought, he dropped to his knees with a thud, his eyes bloodshot as he said:

"What I want to tell the three seniors is the truth Grandpa wanted to conceal. I've always suspected that the murderer... was very likely those two people.

Other than them, I can't think of any other culprit. If Spirit Hall had killed my father, then even at the cost of his life, Grandpa would never have let it go.

But only that man—the man my grandpa willingly submitted to—if he had killed my father, would make Grandpa hesitate like this!"

Yang Wudi stepped forward and gently helped Tailong up from the ground. He said sternly, "Tell us three old men directly. Old Orangutan may have his own difficulties, but this matter concerns important members of our Four Single-Attribute Clans. You must remember, your grandfather only had your father as a son!"

Niu Gao's expression darkened. When it came to someone Old Orangutan had willingly submitted to, the first person who came to mind was the man who had hammered the Pope to death.

Tailong wiped the tears from his face and said in a low, furious voice, "Tang Hao and Tang San!"

"Tang Hao!" (×3)

Bai He pressed, "The Tang Hao you mean—is he the Haotian Douluo who killed the Pope?"

Tailong began nodding frantically, speaking one word at a time. "It was him, and his son Tang San. The father and son had been living in our clan grounds, but on the very day my father died, they were never seen again. That's why I suspect my father's death had everything to do with them!"

Smack!

Niu Gao slammed his hand against the table beside him and cursed through gritted teeth, "I knew there