Teacher, Can I Absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?

Watching this scene, Tang Yuehua, who was seated nearby, finally could no longer suppress the shock in her heart.

She carefully shifted her chair closer to Nan Feng, lowered her voice, and studied the dark, skinny boy wolfing down his food with a complicated gaze. "He... really is my second brother's child?"

Nan Feng swallowed the food in his mouth and shot her an amused glance. "He couldn't possibly be your eldest brother Tang Xiao's illegitimate son from some affair, could he?"

Tang Yuehua's expression stiffened. Automatically filtering out the teasing remark, she urgently pressed on, "Where did you find him?"

"On the border of Fasinuo Province, in some backwater called Holy Soul Village."

Nan Feng raised his teacup and took a sip before casually explaining, "A year ago, I happened to be flying overhead when I sensed something strange below. When I landed, I happened to find this kid squatting on a hilltop, practicing some odd eye technique. Following the trail, I found Tang Hao hiding there as a blacksmith."

Excitement and urgency flashed through Tang Yuehua's eyes as she hurriedly asked, "Then my second brother, he's now..."

"Stop."

Nan Feng directly raised a hand to cut her off. "Don't ask me how Tang Hao is doing. I have no interest in a drunkard who's given up on himself. If you want to know how he's lived these past years, ask Tang San yourself later."

As he spoke, Nan Feng pointed his chopsticks at Tang San, who was currently burying his head in his meal.

"Honestly, can you believe this is the son your second brother raised?"

"Look at the state he's raised this dark-skinned little kid into. Sallow-faced, skinny, underdeveloped, not even a decent piece of clothing on him. Anyone who didn't know better would think Tang Hao