Tang Wulin? No! It's Feng Wulin

"Ah Yin, let's go."

Under Ah Yin's attendance, Feng Yan donned his robes and slowly stepped ashore, then walked toward the exit without looking back.

Ah Yin naturally followed closely behind...

"Almost forgot about you two."

Feng Yan stopped in his tracks, tilted his head to look at the two three-headed dogs, and called out:

"Xiao San, Rat, hurry over here, you two."

"Be good... tsk-tsk-tsk..."

At the same time, Feng Yan crooked his fingers at them, making the sounds one would use to call a dog, his expression a mix of amusement that made it hard to tell if he was genuinely calling pets or intentionally trying to be repulsive.

Tang Hao couldn't hold back any longer. If he weren't currently in the body of a dog, he would have likely smashed a hammer down on him already.

The "tsk-tsk-tsk" method of calling reminded him of ten thousand years ago, back when he was wallowing in despair at Holy Soul Village, and the way Old Wang next door used to call his mongrel.

He, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, was now being beckoned with gestures used for a stray dog!

Most importantly!

Ah Yin was standing right there watching!!!

"Feng Yan, if I go over there today, you are my grandfather, and I, Tang Hao, am your good grandson!"

Listening to Tang Hao's barking, Feng Yan was rather indifferent.

A grandfather?

He had no interest in fighting Tang Chen for such a "good" grandson.

Wait, no?

Tang Chen's eldest grandson was Tang Xiao, and the second grandson was Tang Hao, right!

Ah!

Feng Yan hadn't expected that a rough brute like Tang Hao would actually play word games, trying to get his older brother to acknowledge a grandfather.

If he hadn't realized it in time, he might have actually