Tang Hao: I'm Already Crying My Eyes Out

"Come to think of it, Qinghe came here today to pay a visit to the pavilion master as well. Madam Yuehua had someone notify us yesterday, saying she was feeling unwell."

"Madam Yuehua?"

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed through Tang San's eyes. The pavilion master here was actually a woman? Now that was interesting.

In Tang San's mind, women in major powers like this were generally not clean. Who knew what underhanded methods they might resort to in order to climb higher?

"Hmph, good thing she isn't related to me. This simply defies all moral principles!"

"Isn't it a coincidence? Madam Yuehua shares your surname—Tang."

Xue Qinghe's words left Tang San dumbfounded again. Why did it sound so similar to what he had just been thinking? They both had the surname Tang—could she be from the Clear Sky Sect too?

Shaking his head, Tang San hurriedly dismissed the thought. If she were from the Clear Sky Sect, her martial soul would definitely be the Clear Sky Hammer. Such an identity was extremely sensitive; if Spirit Hall discovered it, she would likely have been assassinated long ago.

Creak!

At that moment, Moonlight Pavilion's gates suddenly opened, and a noblewoman appeared before them.

She looked no older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Her skin was fair and lustrous, her brows soft and relaxed, and she was exquisitely beautiful.

She wore a fitted silver palace gown, her figure tall and graceful, her bearing dignified and enchanting. Her eyes were calm and profound, radiating peace and serenity. Judging by her appearance alone, she was an elegant and refined beauty.

"Yuehua has been feeling somewhat unwell today and has kept you all waiting."

"Qinghe greets Madam Yuehua. I heard that you were unwell, so I came to pay you a visit."

"Madam Tang, why did you ask me here?"

Unlike Xue Qinghe's courteous manner, Tang Chuan went straight to the point. Without even needing to guess, he felt that Tang Yuehua's motives for inviting him were impure. One possibility was that she intended to stall him so Tang Hao could take Tang San away.

"Yuehua thanks Your Highness for your concern. As for Your Excellency Tang Chuan, Yuehua had long heard of you and your son...'s affairs, so I wished to meet you."

Tang Yuehua likewise examined Tang Chuan, and the same intense amazement that had appeared in Xue Qinghe's eyes flashed through hers.

His looks could be called flawlessly handsome. It was difficult to imagine that someone so young was already a Title Douluo, and that he had even defeated Tang Hao.

No matter how she looked at him, he did not resemble the ruthless and vicious man Tang Hao had described. And Tang San did not seem brainwashed at all—the admiration and reverence in his eyes did not seem fake.

"Tang Yuehua..."

Tang San rested his chin on one hand. He had the faint feeling that this woman truly might be one of his relatives; that bond of blood was difficult to fake.

"Don't just stand there, everyone. Let's go inside and have a seat."

Tang Yuehua invited them into Moonlight Pavilion and led them to a quiet yet exceedingly elegant room.

After pouring everyone a cup of fine tea, Tang Yuehua did not immediately turn the conversation toward Tang Chuan. Instead, she asked Xue Qinghe about his recent situation.

"Two powerful experts fought on the outskirts of the city last night. The aftershock and light nearly covered half of Heaven Dou City."

"One of them was likely Your Excellency Tang Chuan, wasn't it? Would it be convenient for you to tell us the name of the person who fought you?"

Xue Qinghe gave a bitter smile. That expression, along with his perfectly measured exhaustion, immediately stirred Tang Yuehua's concern. But Tang Chuan knew this little girl was merely putting on an act.

"Tang Hao. Nothing more than a sect slave. Unable to recognize the gap in our strength, yet he still dared challenge me."

Sensing Tang Chuan's indifferent attitude, Xue Qinghe felt somewhat unwilling. He had already put on such a convincing act as a righteous crown prince, yet Tang Chuan could not even be bothered to play along?

And just as they had guessed, it had indeed been Tang Hao fighting Tang Chuan.

"Still, Your Highness has worked hard. But I would still like to know why Madam Tang invited me here. After all, a Title Douluo's time is precious."

He was still in a hurry to go back and memorize his soul skills. With so many soul skills, would he not suffer a terrible loss if he forgot their names?

Tang Yuehua found herself in a difficult position. Her small hands unconsciously clenched together. She had originally invited only Tang Chuan, but she had not expected him to bring Tang San and this little girl—and Xue Qinghe had happened to come on this very day as well.

"I..."

"Your Excellency Tang Chuan, there is no need to hurry. Madam Yuehua must have invited you here because she admires your strength and talent and wished to speak with you."

Xue Qinghe's words let Tang Yuehua breathe a sigh of relief, and she hurriedly nodded to indicate that this was indeed the case.

Tang Chuan nodded and decided not to leave so quickly after all. He secretly unleashed Forest of Myriad Phenomena, and Blue Silver Grass suddenly sprouted from countless corners.

Through this Blue Silver Grass, Tang Chuan brought the entire surrounding area within his perception.

A black-robed figure was crouching halfway down on a distant rooftop—it was Tang Hao. Based on his understanding of the Blue Silver Domain, he had calculated the distance somewhat, never expecting that Tang Chuan's ability was not the Blue Silver Domain at all, but the even more powerful Forest of Myriad Phenomena.

Damn it, what's going on over at Yuehua's place? Tang Chuan should have gone inside by now. Where's the signal?!

Tang Hao was growing anxious. He felt this was their only chance. If Tang Chuan was not held back, then Little San might truly never return.

Likewise, She Long and Pufferfish Douluo were keeping watch from a considerable distance away. They did not know how far Tang Chuan's perception could reach, but they did not dare gamble. If he learned that two Title Douluo were protecting the young master nearby, exposing his identity would be the least of their problems. If Tang Chuan became unhappy and casually killed the young master, that would be the end of it.

Inside the room, Tang Chuan smiled faintly. It was as if he had x-ray vision; he could even sense Tang Hao's heartbeat.

In such a hurry? Then keep being anxious!

After taking a small sip of tea, Tang Chuan instead leaned back in his chair, acting completely out of character.

His unusual behavior puzzled Xue Qinghe. Tang Yuehua, meanwhile, felt a little anxious inside, but could only conceal it behind a smile.

Tang San took in every change in everyone present. Xiao Wu beside him was still eating pastries, utterly unaware of the changes in the atmosphere.

Interesting. Why is this Pavilion Master Tang under such immense pressure? Could she be plotting something?

Though Tang Yuehua believed she had hidden it well, she was only level nine. It was nearly impossible for her to conceal it from a Title Douluo, much less Tang San, whose spiritual power was formidable.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?"

As Xiao Wu ate, she noticed that something was off with Tang San and the people in the hall. Why had it suddenly become so quiet?

"Xiao Wu, go ahead and eat. I'm listening to Father's conversation. Opportunities like this are rare."

"Your Grace Tang Chuan, this is Tang San, correct? Like father, like son indeed."

Tang San's calm demeanor surprised Tang Yuehua. He was only seven years old, yet his mentality was already so mature.

Looking at Tang San, then at Tang Chuan, Tang Yuehua simply could not believe this was Tang Hao's son. This was clearly Tang Chuan's child—why was he acknowledging the wrong father?