"With the divine artifacts Wutong and Huo Yuhao gave him, along with his grandparents watching over him, Wulin's safety will be guaranteed in the future. That's wonderful."
"I knew it. Heaven has always favored the Tang Family!"
Only then did Tang San let out a heavy sigh of relief. The gloom from his earlier worry that his son might be injured was swept away. With divine artifacts and dependable parents, he could not imagine...
How his son could possibly come to harm. Sure enough, from the moment he was born on Douluo Continent, all the continent's good fortune had gathered around the Tang Family, unchanged since ancient times!
"..."
That day.
The Tang Family believed they had helped Tang Wulin, who was far away on Douluo Continent. They were ecstatic and thrilled beyond measure.
Upon obtaining the divine artifact, Jiang Yan had also strengthened Na'er's trump cards, so he was naturally in an equally good mood.
Had they achieved a world where no one got hurt...?
At East Sea Park, from noon until sunset, and then until the sky darkened, an unconscious boy remained hidden within a patch of grass.
That night, the moon shone bright amid sparse stars.
"Hiss..."
"My head hurts."
Tang Wulin groggily opened his eyes and instinctively rubbed his head, speaking bitterly.
Was it normal for his head to hurt this much?
But in an instant, recalling what Old Tang had done with him earlier, his expression quickly calmed, and a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips.
He remembered.
He remembered everything.
"Perhaps this is merely a little hardship I must endure before becoming an even stronger possessor of the Dragon King Martial Soul."
"Old Tang, can I now..."
"Use all of the Dragon King's power?!"
Tang Wulin stood up, unable to hide