Had this been Old Jack from the original timeline, he would certainly have balked at visiting Tang Richao's home. After all, he simply could not stomach a filthy, chaotic house where he could not even find an intact chair.
But in this timeline, thanks to Tang San's outstanding rabbit-butchering skills, Old Jack visited Tang Richao's home from time to time. Only after building a good relationship could he have the cheek to ask Tang San to instruct the other slaughterers.
Moreover, after Tang San became a rabbit slaughterer, the increased income had brought considerable changes to his home. At the very least, it was now clean and tidy.
Add to that the dirt-cheap farming tools Tang Richao forged, and those three factors meant Old Jack no longer looked at him with such displeasure, nor did he still harbor thoughts of kicking him out of the village.
Old Jack pushed open the door to Tang Richao's home with practiced familiarity. The interior looked reasonably tidy, but no one was there.
Old Jack found a chair, sat down, and called toward the inner room, "Tang Hao!"
"Who's making all that racket?" came a slightly angry voice. A pair of broad hands lifted the curtain over the inner doorway, and Tang Richao slowly walked out.
He saw his son first, then shifted his gaze to Jack. "Old Jack, what do you want?"
"Little San has innate full soul power. The deacon from Nuoding City has already invited him to join Spirit Hall, and I'm planning to take him there," Old Jack said bluntly.
"No!" Tang Richao refused without even thinking.
Wasn't that obvious? Spirit Hall had razed the Clear Sky Sect to the ground and cut off his elder brother Tang Xiao's arm. With such a blood-deep vendetta between them, Tang Richao would