So, he had come to find Tang Hao.
It was the only idea he could think of, the only way he could get justice for Tang San.
The Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent, a Peerless Douluo who had once gravely wounded three Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall all by himself.
Only he could deal with Chen Xuan.
Only he could wash away the humiliation his son had suffered.
"Rumble—"
The thunderous roar of water drew closer and closer.
Yu Xiaogang pushed aside the last branch blocking his way and finally saw the enormous waterfall plunging down from the heavens.
The mighty spray rushed into his face, nearly blinding him.
He knew Tang Hao was here.
Using the few traces Tang Hao had left behind years ago, he had spent countless hours and painstaking effort deducing this secluded hideaway.
He took a deep breath, then shouted at the roaring curtain of water with all his strength:
"Tang Hao!"
"I know you're in there!"
"I'm Yu Xiaogang!"
"I have urgent news! It's about Tang San!"
His voice was quickly swallowed by the deafening roar of the water.
But he kept shouting again and again until his throat was hoarse and his voice nearly gone.
At last.
The heavy curtain of water seemed to part beneath the hands of some invisible giant, streaming to either side and revealing a path into the cavern.
An aura as imposing as a mountain surged out from the cave entrance.
Yu Xiaogang's knees buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground.
What terrifying pressure!
He forced himself to stay upright and walked, step by step, into the gloomy cavern.
When he saw the figure sitting cross-legged in the center, he froze.
Th-this was Tang Hao?
The man in his memories—the disheveled, hard-drinking