The corners of Tang Hao's mouth twitched wildly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
His weathered face wore a particularly spectacular expression at that moment.
This little brat...
Tang Hao stared fixedly at Tang Tian, who was solemnly making a wish to thin air.
Ten thousand grass-mud horses thundered through his mind.
Do you think you're buying vegetables at the market?
A Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, no less?
Is this brat doing this on purpose?
Tang Hao was no fool.
The hint in Tang Tian's words could hardly have been more obvious.
It was as though he were telling him:
"Old man, I know you're there, and I know you arranged that Ghost Vine just now."
"Since you helped Little San, I want some help too!"
But Tang Hao did not believe that Tang Tian, a Soul Grandmaster who had yet to reach three rings, could detect his whereabouts.
He thought to himself:
It must be a coincidence... This brat is just grumbling offhand.
Tang Hao comforted himself inwardly, trying to suppress the feeling that his son had him in his grasp and was squeezing coins out of him.
He really wanted to charge down right then and slap this unfilial son on the back of the head.
And tell him loudly:
"If you want a Soul Beast, hunt one yourself! I'm not your summoned beast!"
But...
When he saw Tang Tian's profile, so much like Ah Yin's.
Saw him holding this little group together all on his own.
And how excellently he had taught Tang San.
A deep sense of guilt welled up in his heart again.
These past few years, I left them in Nuoding City without a care, letting them grow wild. I really do owe them far too much.
*Little San got a Ghost Vine.