Tang Hao's brows knitted deeply.
Could he have cultivated some secret art for concealing his aura?
Should I seize him, interrogate him thoroughly, and take that secret art for myself?
At the thought, a glint of greed suddenly appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.
But after wrestling with it for a long time, he chose to give up.
Forget it. I shouldn't show myself right now.
It would be trouble if Spirit Hall's lackeys discovered my whereabouts.
That boy's background probably isn't simple, either. If attacking him draws someone out and causes a commotion, it could very well attract Spirit Hall's attention.
I don't care what happens to me, but if Spirit Hall notices Xiao San and he gets hurt, the losses would outweigh the gains.
Xiao San still needs time to grow. I must keep my whereabouts hidden. Only then can I protect him.
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Tang Hao reached up and tugged at the tattered black hood covering his head, hiding his face completely in its shadows.
Then his gaze shifted away from Ye Qifeng and toward his son, Tang San.
Besides, Xiao San doesn't seem badly hurt. They're only flesh wounds, with no damage to his foundation. A Healing-type Spirit Master should be able to heal him completely.
It seems that boy knew precisely how hard to strike. He appears to have held back deliberately. In that case, I'll let him off for now.
It's good to let Xiao San remember this lesson. That way, he'll strive to improve and cultivate diligently.
At this thought, Tang Hao's brows furrowed again, a trace of dissatisfaction appearing on his face.
Hmph. Back in Nuoding City, all he ever did was run off to the smithy to forge iron, forgetting his cultivation.
*Although forging helps him practice