If Tang Hao had any brains, Tang San should have suspected this was a conspiracy—that Tang Hao had tricked his mother into sacrificing herself.
But Tang Hao did not have any brains.
He had been beaten stupid for six years.
If his uncle had not appeared, Tang San was certain Tang Hao would have remained like that for the rest of his life—a complete useless wreck.
So he came to a conclusion.
Tang Hao had not deliberately harmed his mother. He simply did not take his uncle's warnings or his mother's life seriously at all!
Nor did he take Tang San seriously!
Under his uncle's attentive care, Tang San had finally realized just how irresponsible that bastard father of his was.
He had never been cared for by relatives before. Tang Hao had fed him scalding rice soup, and he had thought it was scalding paternal love.
But looking back now—
What the hell was that?
Had that old bastard wanted to scald him to death?
And there were all sorts of other things...
Whenever Tang San recalled the bitter tears of Holy Soul Village, his resentment surged to the heavens, and he could not help cursing aloud.
If he had not possessed the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he would probably have starved to death long ago!
If Tang Hao had treated some other mother and son like this, Tang San would have killed him without hesitation.
But Tang Hao was his father.
That left Tang San so disgusted that there was nothing he could do.
"Xiao San, you may have misunderstood me a little in the past..."
"It's enough if we clear things up."
Tang Hao wiped away his tears. His aged face was haggard beyond measure, a pitiful sight.
But Tang San had already sentenced this extremely arrogant and