"Cough, cough—!"
In the Divine Realm, Tang San suddenly covered his mouth as large amounts of bright red blood seeped through his fingers.
Ning Rongrong was no better off—rather, her injuries were even more severe. Her entire body went limp as she collapsed to the ground, bleeding from her nose and mouth, unconscious.
Tang San gasped harshly twice before finally catching his breath.
This was his first injury in many years, yet he paid no heed at all to the stabbing pain in his divine soul.
"Just who is that child?"
That was what he most urgently wanted to know.
Although his divine sense had not returned, he had seen everything it experienced through the mirror before him. Thus, he also learned that Tang Wulin possessed the bloodline of both himself and Xiao Wu.
The name "Tang Wulin," a face seventy or eighty percent similar to his own, and most importantly, the bloodline he shared with Xiao Wu...
Could it be that he had somehow gained a son without ever knowing?
The more Tang San thought about it, the more he doubted his life.
After pondering for a long while, he chose to contact Niu Tian and Tai Tan.
"Da Ming, Er Ming, are you busy right now?"
He had to find out Tang Wulin's true identity as soon as possible.
If Tang Wulin had nothing to do with him, then it did not matter. He could kill him if necessary and extract his bloodline if necessary.
But if he really was a son he had somehow fathered without knowing...
Hiss—
Thinking of the hatred in Tang Wulin's eyes, Tang San suddenly felt a headache coming on.
He suspected Tang Wulin now wished for nothing more than to kill him quickly.
In fact, he was completely right.
Tang Wulin had