Xiao Wu's heart churned with turbulent undercurrents. She knew that today, she had already been driven into a desperate corner.
Even if she somehow escaped this calamity, she would likely still be unable to avoid the fate of being kept in a cage.
Anger and helplessness welled up within her. A vicious glint flashed in her eyes as she thought, Even if I die, I will never let you have your way!
At that moment, Tang San wore a thoughtful expression, while Ning Fengzhi quietly watched him. He understood that interrupting someone's thoughts was an extremely unwise thing to do.
As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi knew well the wisdom of dealing with people. Faced with the current silence, he chose to wait patiently.
After a brief silence, Tang San finally came back to himself. He clasped his hands slightly toward Ning Fengzhi and said sincerely, "Thank you, Uncle Ning, for telling me about my father. Tang San is deeply grateful."
However, gratitude was gratitude, and repayment remained three words—impossible.
Even if Ning Fengzhi had not told him this information, he would eventually have learned of Tang Hao's situation in the future.
Tang Hao's actions must have had reasons he could not help.
As the virtuous and filial "great son," the pure and spotless Young Master Tang San, Tang San's tolerance for Tang Hao was nearly limitless, even though Tang Hao had not cooked him a decent meal since he was two years old.
Ning Fengzhi merely waved his hand, unconcerned with such a trivial matter.
In the world of soul masters, only profit was the supreme truth. He did not believe Tang San would truly be grateful to him.
"Worthy nephew, let us speak plainly. I came to see you today because