Yu Yuanzhen stared at Yu Xiaogang in utter disbelief, clearly stunned by his son's lecture.
His son had come to lecture his father.
And he hadn't even figured out what was going on.
Yu Yuanzhen felt like he must still be asleep.
So he strode forward and raised his hand, delivering a slap.
"Smack!"
Before Yu Xiaogang could react, the blow had sent him sprawling to the ground.
"You little bastard!"
"You've got the nerve to lecture your own father? You've been roaming around outside for decades, and now you think you've grown capable, that your wings have hardened, is that it?"
Yu Yuanzhen glared down at him, his face full of fury.
But Yu Xiaogang didn't hear a thing, because all he could hear was ringing in his ears.
His vision swam, and his head buzzed.
Tang San and Xiao Wu both twitched at the corners of their mouths as they watched.
Just as they'd expected.
Anyone who spoke to his father like that was bound to get beaten.
He had it coming.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, finally starting to recover.
He jerked his head up and glared at his father.
"They're my disciples!"
Yu Xiaogang roared, almost screaming.
His father had humiliated him in front of his disciples.
Where was he supposed to put his pride now?
If the man weren't his father, then even if he were a Titled Douluo, Yu Xiaogang would do whatever it took to kill him.
He'd make the man understand the price of humiliating the Grandmaster.
"Disciples?"
Yu Yuanzhen pointed sharply at Xiao Wu. "Do you know what she is?"
"You took a Spirit Beast as your disciple. Are you trying to betray all of humanity?"
"Huh?"
Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded. He turned to look at Xiao Wu, disbelief written all