Xiao San, Listen to Your Father!

Since Xiao Wu could not go home with him for the time being, Tang San was not in a hurry. There was still plenty of time ahead; there was no need to rush over a single year.

After all, the Asura Sword Sheath had to be his, God King Tang's!

No one else could possibly take it from him.

Whenever Old Jack went out to purchase supplies, he inevitably passed through Notting City. He took Tang San along and brought him straight back to Holy Soul Village on the way.

The village was still the same village, as though no other changes would ever occur.

Working in the fields on time, eating on time, sleeping on time.

The rhythm of life seemed permanently frozen, regular as a machine. Only an overwhelming force beyond one's control could bring about change.

Tang San carried his things toward home.

He had also bought plenty of food in Notting City. He could hardly expect his useless, drunken Titled Douluo father to diligently buy groceries and support him.

Tang Hao would not suffer much from going several days without food, but Tang San was different. He was still only a child and needed to grow.

Although breaking through Soul Power bottlenecks and absorbing Soul Rings could promote physical development, he did not want to become malnourished.

Pushing open the door, he found his drunken Titled Douluo father lying on the bed as usual, though there was no wine bottle in his hand.

God King Tang's eyesight was extraordinarily sharp, so he naturally noticed what was different.

There was a noticeably cleaner patch where Tang Hao usually slept. It had clearly been formed by long periods of sitting cross-legged there, leaving dust no chance to settle.

Has my drunken father actually started cultivating? The thought suddenly