A tall, scruffily dressed middle-aged man carried a handsome young man in one hand.
"Dad, it seems like they didn't follow us," Tang San reminded Tang Hao, who was still fleeing.
Tang Hao activated his soul power to investigate. Only after confirming that they truly had not followed did he slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Father and son returned to Suotuo City overnight. As they were about to part ways, Tang San could not help asking, "Dad, what about Mom?"
"She... is no longer your mother. The next time we meet, we'll be enemies. I really never expected her to... sigh." When Tang Hao saw Lan Yingying nestled in Nan Xuan's arms, he had fallen into complete despair.
After receiving his father's answer, Tang San laughed inwardly. Now, he could take revenge on them without any reservations.
"Xiao San, those things of yours that can fire projectiles should be mass-produced, right? Their construction doesn't seem too complicated," Tang Hao said after seeing the Hidden Weapons on Tang San's wrist.
Tang San thought for a moment before saying, "Dad, they can be mass-produced. I also have even more powerful ones, but I don't have enough blacksmiths or money. Otherwise, we could completely build another sect."
Tang San no longer intended to hide anything from Tang Hao. He felt that Tang Hao might already have discovered something. Since Tang Hao had not said anything, that meant he had acknowledged his identity.
When he thought of the words, "Xiao San, hide well," during the battle that day, the missing fatherly love deep within him had already been filled by Tang Hao.
"Really? Then how powerful are they?" Tang Hao asked excitedly.
Tang San rubbed his chin and made a rough estimate before slowly saying, "I call them all Hidden Weaponry. After