This question was extremely pointed. Tang Hao fell silent for a while before finally speaking.
"Little Jiu, the Clear Sky Sect is the place that gave birth to me and raised me. Everything I have came from it. I cannot do anything that harms the sect or the family!"
"But Xiao San's mother died for me. Before she died, she asked me to take good care of Xiao San. So for her sake, I cannot let Xiao San suffer even the slightest grievance!"
"I hope you can understand my difficulties!"
There was a trace of guilt in Tang Hao's eyes. Yes, he favored his biological son. That was something he had to admit.
The cold wind made Tang Jiu's heart grow slightly cold. Tang Jiu smiled, shrugged, and said, "I understand!"
"You really understand?" Tang Hao's face filled with relief, and his whole body relaxed considerably.
"It just means children without mothers have no one to love them."
Tang Jiu smiled, turned around, and waved. "Dad, think it over carefully. You're not getting any younger. It's about time you found me a stepmother who can keep your favoritism in check!"
Watching Tang Jiu's departing back, Tang Hao shook his head with a bitter smile.
Tang Jiu was in a very bad mood.
Zhao Wuji had merely injured Third Brother during a test, yet Tang Hao had beaten him half to death. But when Tang Jiu had his spirit bone stolen, Tang Hao actually wanted him to swallow his anger for the sect's sake.
This was blood kinship. An adopted son was ultimately not the same as a biological son!
Since Tang Jiu was unhappy, naturally he would not let others have it easy either!
Master began intensive training. Shrek's little monsters each carried a bamboo basket full of stones on