He forced himself to pull out a smile uglier than crying and pointed at himself. "My lord... look at me..."
Tang Hao's brow furrowed even tighter. In silence, he took off the equally shabby but at least still intact gray cloak he wore and casually tossed it over.
Yu Xiaogang treated it like a priceless treasure, hurriedly wrapping himself tightly in the cloak to hide his filth and disgrace.
Tang Hao wasted no more words. He stepped into the cell, grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the shoulder as if lifting a chick, and turned to leave with him in tow.
"Uh..."
Watching their figures quickly vanish, Scar opened his mouth. In the end, he merely smacked his lips and muttered regretfully under his breath.
"Oh, my rose... I'll miss you..."
Then he rolled over and resumed snoring.
Outside Nuoding City, within a sparse grove.
A crude temporary camp had been set up there.
A nearly extinguished bonfire and two thick logs serving as stools. Beside the fire lay two unconscious children—
Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Tang Hao let go, and Yu Xiaogang staggered a few steps before managing to steady himself.
After collecting himself, he first looked toward the bonfire and said in surprise, "Little San? And Xiao Wu? They..."
"I knocked them out and brought them here." Tang Hao's voice was icy.
"Y-you are?" Yu Xiaogang asked hesitantly. He did not recognize Tang Hao.
"I'm Little San's father, Tang Hao."
"You're Haotian—"
"That old title need not be mentioned again."
Tang Hao waved a hand, cutting him off as he spoke coldly.
"You can't stay in Nuoding City any longer. Is there anywhere else you can go?"
At those words, Yu Xiaogang rapidly considered his options. He had few connections on the continent, and having offended Spirit Hall, there