Who Is My Father?

Holy Soul Village, the village chief's home.

After breakfast, Yang Ming sat on the sofa. Seeing that Grandpa Old Jack had nothing else to do, Yang Ming asked casually,

"Grandpa, what kind of person was my father?"

Old Jack's frail body trembled. He lowered the yellowed periodical blocking his view and gazed deeply at Yang Ming.

"You little rascal, why are you suddenly asking about him?"

Yang Ming was not asking without reason. He simply wanted to know which organization the two tattooed men who had tried to harm him belonged to.

Spirit Hall? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? The Clear Sky Sect?

Or some other unknown minor faction?

"That's true. You've grown up now, so there's no harm in telling you."

Reminiscence filled Old Jack's eyes, as though he had returned to that night seven years ago.

"That night, the rain was pouring. Your father arrived at our village with Tang Hao, carrying you not long after you were born."

"Wait!" Yang Ming's eyes narrowed. "Grandpa, are you saying my dad knew Tang Hao?"

That was different from the original story!

"Of course they didn't know each other." Old Jack rolled his eyes. "According to your father, they met on the road here. You and Tang San had both just been born, so they traveled together."

"As for who your father really was, he never said. But judging by the clothes he wore and his heavy regional accent, I think he wasn't from our Heaven Dou Empire."

Not from the Heaven Dou Empire... could he have been from the Star Luo Empire across the border?

Yang Ming secretly speculated.

At the mention of Yang Ming's father, Old Jack grew angry. He rambled on for a long while, saying nothing but that the man had no sense of responsibility