Indeed, a person's identity outside is something they give themselves.
Clearly possessing a Grass Chicken Martial Soul, yet he insisted on calling it the Evil Fire Phoenix!
"What is that Tang San supposed to be doing?"
"Why does he look like he has a grudge against you too?" Miao Tiaojun asked in confusion.
"Our birth signs clash." Fei replied casually.
He found it inexplicable too.
These people seemed not to like his humor at all.
It was unbearably boring.
"I'm telling you, that Tang San is nothing special, but he has a drunkard for a father. That old man clearly has some serious issues."
"A drunkard for a father?"
Miao Tiaojun looked somewhat dumbfounded.
A gambler for a son, and a drunkard for a father...
"No wonder that Tang San developed a gambling addiction. He wants to bet whenever there's the slightest disagreement, and his bets are inexplicable too."
"So it all comes from his family background..."
"Fatty Dun, you got that right." Fei said angrily:
"That Tang San, along with his drunkard father Tang Hao, clearly comes from a good family, yet they pretend to be ordinary blacksmiths to gain the villagers' sympathy, and they don't even know how to repay them."
"That drunkard father of his also has a thing for raising children. If I ever see him again, I'll beat him every time!"
"Tang Hao?" Hu Liena furrowed her brows. "Brother, Yan, do you think this could be that Tang Hao who killed the previous Spirit Hall Pope?"
"It should just be a case of having the same name." Xie Yue shook his head.
Spirit Hall had branches throughout the entire continent.
Could Tang Hao really dare to live so openly in plain sight?
"Xie Yue makes sense. What are the chances of it being such