Tang Hao was also a little confused. What did this have to do with him?
Still, he had his doubts about his son. The boy wasn't just far too sensible for his age; he also knew some strange cultivation methods, as well as Clear Sky Hammer techniques.
Tang Hao even suspected that his son really was, as the outside world claimed, the reincarnation of the God of Slaughter.
That was right. Some people believed Tang Hao was the successor of the God of Slaughter, while others thought the child born from Tang Hao's union with a Soul Beast was the God of Slaughter reincarnated, plotting to take over the continent.
Tang San hurriedly said, "This has nothing to do with Dad. It was my idea. But don't worry, Grandpa Jack. I'll definitely think it over carefully. I'll give you an answer tomorrow, all right?"
Hearing Tang San say that, Old Jack felt sorry for the child, stuck with such a dissolute father.
"Zhang Richao, don't hold your son back."
With a sigh, Old Jack left regretfully.
Soon, only the two of them remained in the room. There had been a lot they couldn't discuss in front of Old Jack. Tang Hao pulled over a chair and sat down, then asked, "Xiao San, why don't you want to awaken your Martial Soul? Don't you want to become a Spirit Master and rise above ordinary people?"
Tang San's expression turned solemn. "Dad, Spirit Hall is the reason we ended up like this. How could I awaken my Martial Soul right under their noses? Please awaken it for me instead."
Tang Hao sprang to his feet. In an instant, a fierce glint shot from his eyes as he stared hard at Tang San.
He knew there was something wrong with this son of