The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King was startled. How did the person before him know his name?!
"Are you willing to become a Soul Spirit?" When Tang Hao heard Tang San ask this, a trace of reminiscence flashed through his eyes.
But in the end, he said nothing. He merely nodded and said, "It's nothing. Your Haotian Hammer martial soul is very good."
Then he turned and returned to the inner room.
Tang San stood stunned for a moment before going to cook.
A simple dinner was soon finished.
As Tang San was clearing the dishes, Tang Hao suddenly spoke. "Xiao San, tell me honestly. Do you want to become a Soul Master?"
Tang San hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding to tell the truth.
He nodded, a hint of resolve flashing through his eyes. "I do."
A trace of melancholy, along with faint relief, crossed Tang Hao's face. He said, "Good."
"That bloodline flows through your veins. You were destined to walk this path."
His gaze was somewhat complicated as he looked at Tang San, as though he saw himself from many years ago.
Tang San had thought he would say more, but Tang Hao merely pursed his lips, waved his hand, and returned to the inner room.
Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu stood respectfully to one side. "My lord, following your instructions, we have sent people to secretly monitor that village."
Wang Yuan nodded and said, "That little fellow is no ordinary person. His perception and maturity far surpass those of children his age. Do not treat him like a child. Treat him as a mentally mature adult."
"And Tang Hao—though he lives in decadence, he is still a Super Douluo. His senses are sharp, far beyond those of ordinary people. Tell your men to be careful. Do not