Xiao Wu was dead!

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Tang San stood atop a large rock, craning his neck in anticipation.

At last, he saw a figure in black running out of the dense woods.

"Dad—"

Tang San rushed forward.

That was right!

The figure in black was none other than his father.

"San."

Father and son embraced tightly.

Tang San had originally had a bellyful of things to say, but now he awkwardly found himself at a loss for where to begin.

A blacksmith, a drunkard, forever drowsy...

His impression of Tang Hao was still rooted in Holy Soul Village, back when he was six.

As for Tang Hao...

The embarrassment on his weathered face was no less than Tang San's.

He had never been good at expressing himself.

"Dad."

"Are you a member of the Clear Sky Sect?"

"You're a Titled Douluo, right?"

"Can you tell me about yourself?"

"..."

Tang San was the first to break the awkward atmosphere.

Well...

He was simply too curious!

He could hardly wait to learn everything about his father.

"All right."

"I'll tell you everything."

Tang Hao understood perfectly well.

Taking action today had meant exposing his identity.

There was no longer any point in continuing to hide it from Tang San.

Right then and there...

Tang Hao began recounting his past.

He had once been a once-in-a-century genius of the Clear Sky Sect.

In his youth, he had descended the mountain to gain experience and become the youngest Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent.

He told his son about his entire career as a soul master, starting with his martial soul awakening.

"What about Mother?"

"Who is my mother?"

"Why did you take me to live in Holy Soul Village?"

"Why don't we go back to the Clear Sky Sect?"