"Who's there, coming to see me at this hour...?"
Yu Xiaogang scratched his head and muttered to himself.
Bang, bang, bang!
The person outside did not respond and merely continued knocking.
"Coming, coming!"
Yu Xiaogang did not think much of it. He walked over and opened the door, immediately seeing a tall man.
He wore a simple gray robe, his messy black hair hanging over his shoulders. His aged face was etched with the marks of time, and his clouded eyes seemed as though he were in the twilight of his life, utterly mismatched with his appearance of only around fifty.
"You are..."
Yu Xiaogang could not help but freeze when he saw him.
"Hello, Great Master," the man said flatly, his voice deep and somewhat hoarse.
"Come to think of it, it has been twenty years since we last met, hasn't it? Looking like this, it's no wonder you didn't recognize me. My name is Tang Hao."
"Tang Hao?!"
At those words, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed abruptly. His pupils focused almost instantly as he stared fixedly at the man before him.
"You... you're Hao, no, Ri—"
As if sensing what Yu Xiaogang was about to say, Tang Hao's face darkened. He waved a hand, stopping Grandmaster from continuing, and said coldly, "There's no need to mention that old title. Besides, it was a humiliation bestowed upon me by Martial Soul Hall... In any case, we had met a few times back then. Others might think you're merely a madman, but I know that you're a 'persistent' man."
Yu Xiaogang gradually calmed down, and his stiff expression twitched slightly.
"Looks like I guessed correctly. You really are Little San's father. Little San only acknowledged me as his master today, yet you came to see me so late at night. What