Spirit City, Chengfeng Hotel!
Tang Hao sat in one of the rooms, waiting for Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang to return.
Tang San, meanwhile, was staying at Sky Creek Hotel, a kilometer away from Chengfeng Hotel.
The reason was naturally that a cunning rabbit needed three burrows.
Spirit City was, after all, Spirit Hall's stronghold. If anything went wrong, Tang San could very well become a burden to Tang Hao.
After all, even now, Tang Hao remained one of Spirit Hall's most wanted criminals. If anything aroused suspicion and drew Spirit Hall's pursuit, he could escape much more easily on his own.
Tang San understood very well that few people knew of his relationship with his father. Separating from his father was actually the safest option.
If he followed his father, he would instead become a burden at a critical moment.
After all, Spirit City was home to many powerful experts, including Title Douluo-level powerhouses.
Of course, Tang San did not believe his father's identity would definitely be exposed, nor did he think his teacher would betray him. He was merely being cautious in case of the unexpected.
But as time passed, both Tang San and Tang Hao, who was at Chengfeng Hotel, gradually sensed that something was wrong.
Tang Hao especially so. Although his Soul Power Level had fallen to above eighty, his Title Douluo-level spiritual power had not declined.
Thus, when Spirit Hall's Title Douluos appeared around the hotel, he had already sensed their presence.
If they had not had their reservations, they would likely have already made their move to capture him.
His expression was incomparably grim at that moment, because he could sense that more than one Spirit Hall Title Douluo had locked onto him from all around.
Among them were two old acquaintances.
A chrysanthemum and a