Tang Hao and Cinderella

"Mm." Tang Hao nodded.

"I warned him. The theories in his head are still somewhat useful. From now on, you and Tang San can trust him and learn from him. He won't, and wouldn't dare, harm you."

Sure enough, Cinderella understood. Tang Hao had stepped in to put Yu Xiaogang in his place, undoubtedly clearing the way for her next plans and perhaps even making Yu Xiaogang more proactive.

"Really? That's wonderful!" A smile immediately appeared on Cinderella's face.

"Master knows so much. He'll definitely teach us even more diligently now!"

As Tang Hao watched Cinderella's delighted expression, the rigid lines of his face softened slightly.

He fell silent for a moment before speaking again, his tone somewhat awkward. "There's one more thing. After Tang San obtains his first Soul Ring, tell him that I'll teach him our family's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer."

As Tang Hao said this, his gaze flickered, and he did not look at Cinderella.

Even he could not explain why. Tang San was clearly his biological son and the inheritor of the Clear Sky Hammer, yet an invisible barrier had always stood between them.

That child was too mature, too calm. Sometimes, there was none of a child's innocence in his eyes; instead, it was as though another soul lay hidden within them, leaving even him, as Tang San's father, unsure how to grow close to him.

On the other hand, Xian Di, the daughter he had taken in, knew how to act spoiled and how to coax people. Though she had plenty of thoughts of her own, at least she gave him a trace of the liveliness that belonged to a child.

That was why he would rather convey something like passing down his skills through Cinderella.

Cinderella was far too clever not to immediately