"Please, no, Father! I'm begging you. Please help Xiao Wu."
Tang San blurted it out. He clenched his fists tight, his eyes full of pleading as he looked at Tang Hao.
Even though he already knew his true identity, even though he still hadn't decided how to face him in the future, he still couldn't bear to let Xiao Wu suffer any harm.
Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's anxious face, and her heart stirred.
Perhaps.
Being in the hands of this father and son would be better than falling into Grandmaster's father's hands.
After all, Tang San wasn't even at Level 20 yet.
It would take him a long time to withstand a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.
But if Grandmaster's father took her away, that might not be the case.
Even with an entire clan behind him, he might not be able to force someone to Level 90.
As long as she wasn't killed on the spot, there was still hope.
"Father, you can't do this. She's my disciple."
Yu Xiaogang spoke up, too.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring might be precious, and it might allow the clan to produce a powerful Titled Douluo, but what did that have to do with him?
If his father took Xiao Wu away, he would inevitably lose Tang San as his disciple.
Without Tang San, how could he ride the wind to rise?
Without Tang San, he would forever remain that useless Grandmaster whom no one recognized.
He absolutely wouldn't allow that to happen.
When it came to personal gain, what did the clan's interests matter?
No one could stand in the way of his rise.
"What did you say?"
Yu Yuanzhen whipped his head around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Do you know what a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast means to the