Without alerting anyone, Tang Chen quietly slipped out of his secluded cultivation chamber. Even Tang Xiao, who was guarding the entrance, failed to notice his grandfather pulling a little trick right beside him and stealthily leaving the chamber.
Following his sixth sense, Tang Chen reached the foot of the mountain, where he saw Tang Hao kneeling and Tang San looking dazed, seemingly on the verge of giving out.
"Hao?"
He looked at that middle-aged man with his miserable face, who seemed to have been brutally beaten dozens of times, with not a shred of backbone left in him, merely muddling through his days.
For a moment, Tang Chen did not dare believe this was the grandson he had once thought so much like himself.
"Grandfather! Grandfather! Is that you?" Tang Hao raised his head in delighted surprise. Looking at that figure, who was somewhat aged but still closely resembled the man in his memories, he showed a child's joy.
"Grandfather, these years of waiting for you have been so bitter! Do you know how much humiliation your Hao suffered while you were gone?"
Tears streaming from his aggrieved eyes, Tang Hao instinctively shuffled forward on his knees, trying to hug Tang Chen's leg.
Little did he know that this spineless display plunged Tang Chen, whose feelings had initially been somewhat conflicted, into an anger he could no longer conceal.
Tang Hao wasn't fucking five. He wasn't fifteen. The bastard was already over fifty!
Like a vicious dog sent to the Panhong District, Tang Hao lunged toward Tang Chen's leg. What he received was not a hug or a comforting pat from his grandfather, but a kick straight to the chest that whistled through the air.
Granted, Tang Hao crawled across the ground quickly. But he flew far faster than he