When Lin Xuan heard the word "mongrel," one eyebrow lifted slightly.
He had never worried that revealing his Dragon Power would stir up controversy.
On Douluo Continent, mixed-blood Soul Beasts were not uncommon. At most, they were considered to have special constitutions; it was hardly some earth-shattering secret.
What surprised him was how viciously Tang San cursed him, and he found it almost amusing.
He truly wondered what expression that kid would wear if he learned Lin Xuan's real identity as half-human, half-Soul Beast.
Among the crowd, Xiao Wu's gaze toward Lin Xuan grew increasingly warm.
She had said it before—of all humans, he was the most pleasing to her eye. So that was why.
As a Soul Beast in human form herself, the word "mongrel" struck directly at her sore spot. The way she looked at Tang San now was filled with undisguised disgust.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows of a distant building, crushed the wine jar in his hand the moment he heard those two words. With a crack, amber liquor and ceramic shards sprayed in every direction.
His clouded eyes abruptly turned icy and piercing.
How dare that little bastard? How dare he treat being a mongrel as something shameful?
After all, he and Ah Yin were, in a sense, the same kind of couple, and their son naturally was as well. Tang San had no right to remind him of that.
Whatever meager good impression Tang San had accumulated in his heart over the years was instantly worn away by those two words.
"That's right! You're a mongrel!"
Tang San looked like a mad devil as he sprawled on the ground and roared.
"A monster that's neither human nor dragon! Why are you stronger than me?"
Lin Xuan let out a derisive snort, his