Meanwhile, things were looking grim for Tang San.
Ever since the Celestial Screen revealed that Tang San was not the original Tang San, this Tang Sect disciple had no longer dared raise his head to look at his father or teacher.
He was even more afraid that, upon learning the truth, his father Tang Hao would kill a monster like him with a single blow of his hammer.
"...Your Excellency Haotian," Yu Xiaogang said after the Celestial Screen ended, some color having returned to his pale face.
But looking at Tang San now, Yu Xiaogang wore an expression of pity.
He did not care who Tang San had originally been. What mattered most was that the current Tang San could help him restore his reputation.
But the problem was...
He could not defeat Tang Hao, so he could only watch him like this, quietly awaiting his judgment.
Tang Hao's expression remained unchanged, as though he were pondering something.
For a moment, the only sound in the wild woods was the frantic pounding of Tang San's heart.
"Little San..."
Just as Tang San began calculating how to strike first and kill Tang Hao, following the teachings in the general principles of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, Tang Hao finally spoke.
He called out to the son he had "looked after" for six years, using that familiar form of address.
"Dad..."
Tang San looked up, forcibly suppressing his fear, one hand hidden behind his back as he nervously watched his "father."
Then Tang San slowly closed his eyes. He was ready.
"Little San, you are my child." Tang Hao's broad, rough palm gently stroked Tang San's hair, making his instinctive motion to draw a hidden weapon pause.
"You are my and Ah Yin's child. Whatever you become, you will always be our