Tang San carefully examined the condition of the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul inside him. His eyes grew even redder, as though they might drip blood.
"The Clear Sky Hammer? What happened to the Clear Sky Hammer?" Tang Hao asked, his voice trembling at the sight of his precious son.
Could it be... something had happened to the Clear Sky Hammer too?
Don't joke around. Your old man can't take that kind of shock.
In Tang Hao's mind, the Clear Sky Hammer mattered more than anything else.
So what if the Blue Silver Emperor had an innate domain?
How could she compare to the great hammer of their Clear Sky Sect? He thought nothing of her.
His highest expectation for the Blue Silver Emperor had only ever been to support Tang San's cultivation until Level 90.
Once Tang San broke through to Level 90, the Blue Silver Emperor could leave the stage.
That was precisely why he had accepted the situation so readily just now.
It was only a single spirit ring slot. That would not affect his precious son's glorious future. The Clear Sky Hammer was what really mattered, after all.
But judging by his precious son's reaction, something seemed to have happened to the Clear Sky Hammer too. How could Tang Hao possibly accept that?
"Tell me! Hurry up and tell me! What happened to the Clear Sky Hammer?"
Ignoring Tang San's distress, Tang Hao gripped his shoulders with both hands and shook him over and over, roaring in a hoarse, trembling voice.
Tang San's head nearly shook loose. Fighting down his nausea, he spoke through rising sobs. "Dad, my Clear Sky Hammer... the Clear Sky Hammer has spirit rings attached to it too."
Boom!
Tang Hao felt an explosion go off in his head and nearly fainted.