Old Jack basked contentedly in the sun. He had grown old.
Truly old.
Another six years had passed, and Old Jack had stepped down.
He was no longer the village chief, but he remained the most respected person in Holy Soul Village.
Golden Crocodile Douluo was reasonably polite. Despite his burly, rough appearance, he was a decent man who would never bully ordinary people.
"Oh... looking for Tang Hao?"
"To think someone would still come looking for Tang Hao after all these years."
"Unfortunately, Tang Hao is no longer here."
"You should try looking elsewhere."
Old Jack did not even open his eyes. Hearing Tang Hao's name again stirred a little nostalgia in him.
Back then, Old Jack had been the one to insist that Tang Hao stay in the village. Unfortunately, the man had left long ago...
He had left only a letter for his son and never appeared again.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart jolted. Damn it, Tang Hao had actually run off.
Suppressing his agitation, Golden Crocodile Douluo asked again, "Sir, do you know where Tang Hao and his son went?"
Old Jack shook his head. "No. Someone named Liu... Liu... what was it again? I'm old. I can't remember."
"Someone surnamed Liu came looking for him, but couldn't find him either."
"Tang Hao has been gone for years."
"As for his son, Tang San?"
"He only came back once after going off to school. We don't know where he went after that."
An academy?
School?
Golden Crocodile hurriedly asked, "Sir, what was the school called?"
Please don't let it be Chuan Ling. If it was Chuan Ling, I'd have another layer of skin stripped off me.
No, the Grand Spirit Lord knew Tang San's identity. He couldn't possibly have let him enter Chuan Ling.
*Then it looked