Outside Sea God City, the sea wind made the cloaks snap and flutter.
Tang San stopped before a stone pillar and stared at that broad back for a long while before calling out with reddened eyes:
"Father?"
Tang Hao turned around, crossed the few steps to Tang San, grabbed his son's shoulders, then pulled him into a tight embrace.
Tang San pressed his forehead against that old cloak, caught that familiar scent, and tears immediately fell.
He had imagined so many things to say along the way, but when he truly saw his father, every word clogged in his throat.
He clutched the fabric at Tang Hao's back, unable to let go no matter what.
From their parting in Holy Soul Village until before the tournament finals, they had never properly met again. Later, after he arrived in the Inner World, he did not even know where to look for his father when something happened.
He had once thought that when he saw his father again, he would surely ask where he had gone during all those times.
But Tang Hao was right before him now, his arms locked around Tang San's back. He only feared that if he let go, his father would leave again.
Tang Hao patted his back, his palm landing with a little too much force.
Flender stopped several steps away, watching Tang San with some relief.
Zhao Wuji craned his neck for a couple of looks, then finally let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.
These past days, even when asking around for information in Sea God City, they had to carefully choose their words. Whenever they encountered a Sea Soul Master, they first had to figure out the other party's background. Now that the Clear Sky Douluo had arrived, they