"Grandmaster, what's wrong? Tang Hao was nothing more than the lowliest blacksmith in our village. To be honest, he was the most worthless man in Holy Soul Village." Old Jack frowned slightly as he looked at Grandmaster's grave expression.
He felt somewhat displeased.
Why did a mere Tang Hao provoke such an intense reaction from Grandmaster?
Why?
He was the village chief of Holy Soul Village, yet even he had never received such treatment.
Still, Old Jack did not show his dissatisfaction on his face. As the head of a village, he naturally understood how to conduct himself.
"Heh, worthless? What does an old man like you know? You're utterly blind. Get out. If not for the fact that you're the village chief, I would make you pay with your life today." Grandmaster shot Old Jack a disdainful look, his eyes full of contempt.
Clear Sky Douluo was his idol. This old fool before him truly did not know his place, daring to say such things. It was simply outrageous.
At first, Grandmaster had not been certain that Tang San's father was Tang Hao. After all, there were so many members of the Clear Sky Sect. Perhaps Xiao San was the illegitimate son of some Clear Sky Sect disciple?
After all, he truly had not seen even the slightest trace of Clear Sky Douluo in Tang San.
But the moment Old Jack spoke Tang Hao's name, Grandmaster saw through everything.
Tang Hao—what a resounding name!
The strongest monster on the entire continent, according to legend. No one was unfamiliar with that name.
Of course, most importantly, Tang Hao was Grandmaster's faith.
If he possessed even half of Tang Hao's strength, he would not have fallen so low.
Although Old Jack had made a good impression on him, no one could