Tang Hao: With Xiao San as My Son, Heaven Has Truly Sent Me a Dark Calamity

At those words, Hanami froze. Her brain stalled for a moment before she registered what he had said, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Clearly, she felt utterly helpless too.

Still, Hanami nodded slightly. "All right, Mom understands. I'll make it later and secretly deliver it to that useless Gangzi's room."

"Thank you, Mom." Tang San let out a deep sigh of relief, then added gloomily, "Mom, Ranbai is injured. We might not make it to the Grand Finals in Spirit City."

"Just do what you can." Hanami smiled gently, tapped Tang San's forehead, then turned to leave.

"Okay. Thank you, Mom." Deeply touched that his mother had put no pressure on him, Tang San resolved to reach the Grand Finals even if he had to expose his twin martial souls and get his face beaten to a pulp.

Hanami smiled and left.

Tang San sat down to meditate and began recovering his soul power.

Not long afterward, Tang San suddenly sensed a tall figure enter his room.

Tang San's eyes snapped open. "Who's there?"

As he spoke, he had already drawn a hidden weapon.

"Xiao San, it's me." A deep, hoarse voice rang out, its excitement impossible to conceal.

Tang Hao? That man who's already earned himself a death sentence? Tang San nearly blurted out his own father's full name, then immediately caught himself. Putting away his hidden weapon with a reverent expression, he said, "Tang Hao... ahem, Daddy, what brings you here? It's been so many years. I've missed you so much."

"Xiao San, did your mother come to see you?" Tang Hao wore a mask. Thanks to Mahito, he was now so hideous that he feared frightening his son.

Right now, however, he had no attention to spare for his son's thoughts. He gripped Tang