"Could it be..." A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, one so dreadful he could hardly believe it himself. His scalp prickled, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
He sucked in a sharp breath and cried out, "Xiao San..."
But as soon as the words left his mouth, he forced himself to stop.
No!
He couldn't say it!
It was too absurd!
There was no evidence!
What if he was just overthinking things? Wouldn't he be making Xiao San endure a devastating blow and terror for nothing?
Besides, if something really had happened to Tang Hao, the forces involved behind the scenes...
Yu Xiaogang didn't dare think any further. He felt a vast fear seize his heart.
No, I must be overthinking it. Who could kill Clear Sky Douluo?!
"Teacher, what's wrong?" Hearing him, Tang San came back to himself and hurriedly asked.
"...N-nothing."
Yu Xiaogang forcibly suppressed the tumult in his heart, picked up his cold tea, and gulped down a large mouthful. The icy tea helped him regain a little composure, though the hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
"Maybe something went wrong with the way the message was sent, or your father has pressing matters keeping him busy right now."
"Let's wait a little longer. Let's wait and see." His voice came out a little hoarse.
Tang San noticed his expression and grew suspicious, but Yu Xiaogang clearly didn't want to say more, so he didn't press him.
Still, the long wait was like a blunt knife slowly carving away at his patience.
After sitting in silence a while longer, Tang San could no longer hold back his mounting irritation or his worry over Xiao Wu's situation. He abruptly stood and said, "Teacher, I'm going out