"Grandpa Titan." Tang San looked at the burly figure standing before him with his back turned and could not help calling out.
A trace of bitterness filled his heart. He did not know why Titan had suddenly become so cold toward him. Titan had treated him so well before, even saying that once Tang San grew stronger, he would help him subdue the Four Great Clans. Yet now, why had he instead gone over to Zhao Ming?
"Grandpa, Tang San is here." Tailong glanced at Tang San, unable to keep himself from curling his lip, before speaking to Titan.
"Mhm. Go on, then. You still have the tournament to compete in, so you need to get yourself in condition. Master's reward has been prepared for you this time. You must do your best and cannot disappoint Master," Titan said blandly with a nod.
Hearing this, Tailong nodded and said nothing more before leaving directly. He knew his grandfather would not hold any old affection for Tang San. They were now Zhao Ming's people. What needed to be done, his grandfather understood better than he did.
"Grandpa Titan, what exactly is going on? How did you end up with Zhao Ming? Zhao Ming is so shameless—how could you acknowledge him as your master?" After Tailong left, Tang San could not help asking.
"Zhao Ming is now the Master of our Strength Clan. You are not allowed to be disrespectful toward him." Titan turned around and looked coldly at Tang San. His imposing aura erupted, shrouding Tang San.
Titan looked at Tang San, his heart filled with complicated emotions.
Tang San could be considered a peerless genius, yet someone like him had walked down a road of no return.
Back then, Titan had thought Tang San came from some small place and