Almost at the same time, Tang San sat in his chair, tore off another blank sheet of paper, and began writing with swift strokes.
Halfway through, with a bang, the perfectly sound chair suddenly fell apart.
"Ow, my ass..."
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and sprang upright with a kip-up, but the impact still left his tailbone aching fiercely, making him bare his teeth in pain.
"Fuck, it's all that ignorant old fool Tang Hao's fault. Otherwise, with the faulty cultivation technique I wrote down from memory back then, I could still have salvaged this and turned the tables on Qian Renxue. Now it's a mess!"
"I lost Mom and the Tang Sect Secret Arts on top of it! Fucking idiot Tang Hao!"
The more Tang San thought about it, the angrier he became, grinding his teeth in hatred. Looking back over everything, this was all his biological father's fault.
"Useless trash. Mom sacrificed herself for you, and you just let yourself fall into ruin like this? Besides, if you'd planted Mom at home and guarded her at all times, our home base wouldn't have been raided!"
But things had already come to this, and he could only accept it.
Tang San rubbed his brow, his head throbbing terribly. A whole team of pigs-there was simply no carrying them.
His current situation was comparable to starting in hell.
It was like transmigrating only to discover he was in a public toilet's cesspit, his mother a delinquent girl who had just pushed him out and was preparing to run away, while his biological father had already returned to the African savanna after leaving her with, "Darling, this is my gift to you..."
"My Xiao Wu..." Tang San thought of the girl who could comfort him, who was willing to sacrifice everything for