Tang Hao Comes to Apologize, and the Black-Robed Silver-Haired Woman Named Rui Mengmeng!

The morning mist dispersed, and for the first time, Tang San didn't practice the Purple Demon Eye. Instead, he stayed home with his father Tang Hao to prepare a whole spread of breakfast.

Though Tang San was curious where all this lavish meat and fish had come from, he didn't ask. There was no need—he trusted that his father had a reason for doing this.

Finally, as the sun began to rise, the two of them finished making the food.

"Alright, Xiao San, pack these up. We're going somewhere to visit someone."

"Visit someone?"

"Mm. To pay respects to a senior."

Tang San was very curious about who this senior his father mentioned could be. He quickly packed up the food and followed Tang Hao out of the house.

As they walked, Tang San soon noticed something off.

"Isn't this the path I usually take to the back mountain summit?"

After a while, the two arrived at Tang San's usual training spot. Tang Hao looked down at the small wooden cabin by the lake, his expression uneasy.

Watching his father's face, Tang San thought to himself, "The senior my father mentioned lives at Brother Xiao Feng's place? But Brother Xiao Feng has always lived alone... Could it be that the senior is Brother Xiao Feng himself?" Tang San felt the idea was far-fetched, but judging by where his father was looking, it seemed to be the truth.

The next second, Tang Hao headed toward the small wooden cabin by the lake.

"It really is?" Tang San couldn't figure it out. Then suddenly, he remembered what Xiao Feng had told him yesterday—that Brother Xiao Feng was from a sect...

Not long after, when he saw that the small wooden cabin had turned into an extremely luxurious building, he was stunned.

"Father, this..."

Tang Hao himself was also deeply shocked. He had never heard of such methods. Straightening his clothes, he walked up to the villa and knocked on the door.

"Young Tang Hao here to pay a visit. Is Young Master Xiao Feng home?"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San froze. "Young Master Xiao Feng? What's going on?"

Meanwhile, inside the house, Xiao Feng was brushing his teeth. The moment he heard Tang Hao's voice, he paused and suddenly asked, "System, did someone just speak outside?"

[Mm~, yes. Tang Hao and Tang San are right outside the door.]

"Uh... so I've been exposed?"

[Relax. Tang Hao came to apologize. Yesterday, he got beaten up by the people I arranged. Right now, even if you gave him ten times the guts, he wouldn't dare act up.]

At the system's words, Xiao Feng continued brushing his teeth as he walked to the second-floor balcony.

"The door's unlocked. Come in yourselves."

Tang Hao and Tang San looked up at Xiao Feng, who was still wearing those familiar flashy floral shorts. One was cowed, the other full of doubt. "Brother Xiao Feng doesn't look anything like a 'senior' at all."

With Xiao Feng's permission, Tang Hao pushed open the door that led into a world from modern times. The moment they stepped inside, they were awestruck by the luxury.

"Holy crap, what is this?"

Like Granny Liu entering a grand manor, both of them were stunned. They had never seen anything like this before—especially the cluster of dazzling, fist-sized night pearls hanging from the ceiling. Absolutely extravagant.

Just then, Xiao Feng, having finished washing up, came down the spiral staircase.

"Take a seat. Want something to drink?" Xiao Feng walked over to the fridge, opened it, and looked at the two awkward figures.

Tang Hao and Tang San exchanged glances, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Tang San: "Dad, you say something. I don't know what to say."

Tang Hao: "Son, you say something. Your old man doesn't know what to say either. You're familiar with him; I'm not!"

"Alright, looks like neither of you knows what to drink."

Xiao Feng took out a bottle of Icelandic Temper and two bottles of peach-flavored soda from the fridge, then sat down on the sofa.

"Xiao San, don't be so formal. Make yourself at home. Uncle Hao, you sit too."

Xiao Feng gestured for them to sit on the sofa beside him. But when he said "Uncle Hao," his tone carried a hint of sarcasm, which made Tang Hao extremely awkward and also tipped Tang San off to something.

The next second, Tang Hao spoke directly. "Ahem, well, I'm here to apologize. Yesterday, I was in a bad mood, so my attitude toward Young Master Xiao Feng was a bit off. That's why I came today to formally apologize. I also brought some snacks. Even if Young Master Xiao Feng doesn't think much of them, they represent my sincerity."

As he spoke, Tang Hao signaled Tang San to hand over the bundle he was carrying.

Tang Hao took it, walked over to what looked like a dining table, and laid out the food from the bundle one by one.

Seeing Tang Hao's attitude, Xiao Feng was a little taken aback. He quietly asked the system, "Just how hard did you hit him yesterday? His attitude is so different I can barely adjust. He's still a Level 96 Title Douluo, after all."

[Not that hard. I just beat him up for the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Mm—without him putting up any resistance.]

"Oh, my dear system, you're amazing. Let him yell at me and glare at me yesterday! This feels great! So satisfying!"

[Heh heh. Who else would be my precious host?]

"Love it, love it."

Looking at the table full of food that was worlds apart from his usual meals, Xiao Feng thought it was extremely ordinary, but it was still a sincere gesture from none other than Ri Tian Douluo, Tang Hao. Since a smiling face doesn't invite a punch, and seeing Tang Hao's proper attitude, Xiao Feng's anger from yesterday had mostly dissipated.

Meanwhile, Tang San was thinking, "Did my dad get beaten up by Brother Xiao Feng?"

But based on his understanding of Xiao Feng, he didn't think Xiao Feng was the kind of petty person to hold a grudge. Besides, he figured Brother Xiao Feng probably couldn't take down his burly father. So now he was even more puzzled. If it wasn't Brother Xiao Feng, then why had his father's attitude changed so drastically overnight?

That was, until a silver-haired woman in a black robe walked down the spiral staircase. Then, he seemed to understand.

When Tang Hao saw the silver-haired woman in the black robe, he was first startled, then became extremely respectful. At first glance, he didn't recognize her. But when he saw the black robe, he knew—this woman was the black-robed figure from last night, the one with four hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings who had beaten him senseless and then helped heal his injuries.

He hadn't expected the black-robed figure to be a woman, after all, yesterday the black-robed person's voice had clearly been male. (System: "Basic trick, just a small gender swap.")

"Senior, greetings. I, Tang Hao, have taken the liberty of coming to disturb you."

Seeing this, Xiao Feng asked the system in a low voice: "System, is this the invincible bodyguard you arranged for me?"

[That's right, a ninety-ninth level Limit Douluo, unmatched in the current world, the strongest combatant with four hundred-thousand-year spirit rings beneath the God Realm!]

"Ho—holy crap! Dad, real dad! System, you're my real dad—no, even my real dad isn't as close as you!"

[Calm down, calm down. Just a small trick.]

Meanwhile, Tang San, watching his father's attitude, seemed to understand everything in that moment. Yesterday, Xiao Feng had come to their home as a guest and his father had given him the cold shoulder. Then his old man had been beaten up by this mysterious black-robed silver-haired woman under Xiao Feng's command.

Although Tang San felt some anger inside—after all, seeing his own father beaten like that would upset anyone—he also knew that his family was in the wrong first. Moreover, the other party was from a sect, so there was no comparison. Secondly, Xiao Feng currently looked completely dumbfounded (pretending), which meant Xiao Feng himself didn't know about this matter. For the moment, his anger dissipated.

And the woman's next words confirmed Tang San's guess. But at the same time, Tang San was stunned: "A ninety-sixth level Clear Sky Douluo? My dad is a Douluo—a Title Douluo?"

The black-robed woman walked while laughing: "How could I be called 'senior'? A little woman like me can't claim to be a senior in front of a dignified ninety-sixth level Clear Sky Douluo."

Until the woman reached Xiao Feng, she bowed slightly and said: "Pleasure to meet you for the first time. My name is Rui Mengmeng! I am the personal bodyguard of the young master of the God Nine Sect!"

At that moment, all three were shocked.

Tang San: "Just got a Title Douluo dad for free."

Tang Hao: "The personal bodyguard of the God Nine Sect's young master is a big shot with four hundred-thousand-year spirit rings? Then wouldn't the sect master be off the charts?"

Xiao Feng: "P-personal bodyguard? That means..."