"My surname is Huo, not Dai."
A trace of disgust crossed Huo Yuhao's face.
Whether or not Tang San had been pulling strings behind the scenes.
Dai Hao truly did not deserve to be his father.
If it had been his younger self...
Perhaps he would still have yearned for that so-called familial affection, softened, and chosen to forgive him.
But now that he was an adult, he finally realized: how could there possibly be so many unavoidable circumstances?
They were all just liars!
All that talk about having no choice.
If he had truly cared at all.
How could his mother have...
Passed away so early, when he was still a child?
Everyone was stunned by those words.
He really was Dai Yuhao!
Dai Mubai, however, looked thoroughly displeased.
"Boy, what do you mean by that?"
"Is sharing a surname with your ancestor such a disgrace?"
Dai Mubai was positively furious.
"Giving someone life means less than raising them."
"What has the Dai Family ever done for me along the way?"
With strength at his command, he had the confidence to stand his ground.
Huo Yuhao fired back without the slightest hesitation.
"You!"
Dai Mubai was livid, feeling utterly humiliated.
"How can you say we haven't done anything?!"
"Tang San already told me that once you awakened your martial soul, he would arrange everything for you."
"He even intended to marry his own daughter to you. How can you be so ungrateful?"
"Arrange everything?"
Huo Yuhao laughed, his gaze growing colder.
"Arrange what?"
"Arrange for the Duchess to oppress my mother and me?"
"Or arrange for my mother to die young, leaving me to live all alone in this world?"
"Or perhaps arrange for me to join his utterly fallen Tang Sect, with its mere handful of members, and