In the darkness, the masked, burly man pulled off his face covering, revealing a filthy, stubbly face.
Who else could it be but her father, Tang Hao?
Tang Hao had already been suffering from hidden injuries and had never taken time to recuperate.
Then Qian Ni and Qian Daoliu had battered him in turn. Although he had survived thanks to a Titled Douluo's physique and the Soul Ring from the sacrifice of Ah Yin, the hundred-thousand-year blue silver emperor, he had never fully recovered.
He had also spent nearly a year hiding from Qian Daoliu in Slaughter City, a hellhole where even the air was filled with slow-acting toxins.
His strength had long since deteriorated beyond recognition.
One could say that he only retained the strength of a Titled Douluo because the high-quality Soul Ring from Ah Yin's sacrifice was holding him together.
When he summoned Tang San'er in the middle of the night, she had warily taken out her Godly Zhuge Crossbow ahead of time and held it in her hand.
Tang Hao's silent approach had left him caught completely off guard by Tang San'er.
Although Tang Hao had kept his vital organs out of harm's way, a bolt from the Godly Zhuge Crossbow had still struck his left shoulder.
The bolt lodged in his muscles and bone. This was the least serious of Tang Hao's injuries, and although he frowned, he did not pay it much mind.
But contrary to his expectations, barely two breaths after being struck, Tang Hao felt his head spin.
Something's wrong! This bolt is poisoned!
Only then did Tang San'er's startled cry ring out.
"Dad?
"Oh no! I coated the Godly Zhuge Crossbow's bolts in poison! Dad, hurry and take the antidote!"
Tang San'er hurried forward in a fluster to support Tang Hao.