Tang Le gently stroked Le Qingling's beautiful hair, but a hint of hesitation surfaced in his eyes.
Only after two breaths of silence did he say:
"They're still in contact."
"Xiao Wu misses her son terribly."
"On that point alone, Tang San could never give up trying to contact Tang Wulin."
"It's just that..."
"What he doesn't know..."
"Is that all the final contact signals are transmitted to me."
As he said this, Tang Le's clenched fist creaked.
It was not because he held any expectations of parental love from Tang San and Xiao Wu. He knew very well what his situation was.
He was simply terrified.
As a personality that had emerged later, he was not Tang Wulin. He was a new consciousness born because of Le Qingling.
Ten thousand years ago, Tang San had once accompanied Tang Wulin as Old Tang through his divine consciousness. He knew perfectly well that his son was Tang Wulin, not Tang Le.
Once Tang San learned what had happened on Douluo Continent, Tang Le, as one of Tang Wulin's mortal enemies, would inevitably be placed on Tang San's death blacklist and branded with the label, "Path to Death."
He.
His wife, Le Qingling.
His daughter, Tang Yue Ling.
All of them would be in danger.
Tang San might use his corpse to let Tang Wulin return to life, and he might even kill his wife and daughter to eliminate all future trouble.
How could he not be afraid?
"It's okay~" Le Qingling's jade-white hand clasped Tang Le's slightly trembling one as she comforted him gently.
"Boss is here."
Before she could say much more, Le Qingling suddenly fell silent.
Her gaze passed through the window toward the outside of the villa. From there, she could just see Eastsea City's highest-end commercial district.