"An illusion. It has to be an illusion!"
Tang Hao murmured under his breath, quickly casting the ridiculous thought from his mind.
Ah Yin had sacrificed herself long ago, and that kid named Jiang Li had been nothing more than a little Soul Saint a few years back.
No matter how terrifying his talent was, in the eyes of a Clear Sky Douluo like himself, he was still nothing but an ant.
Besides, as Tang Hao saw it, Jiang Li owed every one of his achievements to the light of the Tang Family.
He had been given such an outstanding disciple as his eldest son, someone who could inherit his mantle, and had relied on his beloved wife's clan to evolve his Martial Soul!
And, as a lone cultivator, he had been given the opportunity to join the Clear Sky Sect. How could he ever repay the Tang Family's kindness?
At the thought, Tang Hao's expression softened, and even the corner of his mouth curled into a confident smile.
Since this "free nanny," Jiang Li, was so capable that he had even nurtured Xiao San into a Soul King, Tang Hao, as his father, naturally had to go and "inspect" the results at once.
He could also show Jiang Li the majesty of a Clear Sky Douluo, so they would know who their true backing was!
"Yuehua, since Xiao San has done so well, I'll go see him right now."
"As for Xiao San returning to his ancestral roots, the time isn't right yet. When the moment comes, I, this sinner, will have Xiao San return to the Clear Sky Sect with sincerity."
Tang Hao sprang to his feet. The heady stench clinging to him, a blend of strong liquor and years of sweat, instantly swept away the room's delicate