"Hmm? What's wrong?" Tang Hao asked with a frown.
"N-Nothing. I just took a tumble." Tang San's gaze darted away.
After all, in his eyes, losing to Jiang Chen was a deeply humiliating thing. How could he bring himself to say it?
Tang Hao took a sip of porridge and shook his head. How could such a clumsy lie fool someone as shrewd as he was?
The bruises on Tang San's face were clearly from a fist.
"You got into a fight, didn't you?"
Tang San fell silent.
"Jiang Chen?"
Tang San kept his head lowered, saying nothing.
Tang Hao finished his porridge in a few gulps and set down the bowl. "There's nothing shameful about losing a fight. You can win next time."
His expression turned wistful. When he was young, he'd been the Clear Sky Sect's king of the kids. There hadn't been a single one of the dozens of children in his generation he hadn't beaten up.
He hadn't expected his own son to get beaten by someone his age. But when he remembered that it had been that kid Jiang Chen, Tang Hao felt better. That kid really was a freak.
Not only was his strength enormous, he'd also already obtained his First Soul Ring. There was no way Tang San could beat him right now.
Tang San was surprised by Tang Hao's words. He'd thought Tang Hao would scold him.
"I understand, Father." Tang San nodded, committing Tang Hao's words to memory. He would settle the score for sure.
Next time, I have to use Hidden Weapons. I can't give him a chance to get close.
"You don't have to forge anything today. Pack your clothes and get some rest. You can go to school tomorrow." Tang Hao went into the bedroom, planning to catch