After entering the house, everyone sat down on the sofas in the living room. Though it should have been a joyful family reunion, the atmosphere was strangely awkward.
That was only natural. From Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's perspective, they had only been apart from their son for a few months, yet he had suddenly aged ten years, transforming from a still-childish nine-year-old into a handsome nineteen-year-old young man. The change was simply too great; it would have been strange if they could accept it instantly.
Not to mention that the person holding his hand was the legendary Spirit Ice Douluo. Over the past few days, every television channel had been filled with that name. Anyone on the Douluo Continent, even a three-year-old child, had probably heard of this legendary figure.
The changes had been too great and too sudden, leaving Tang Ziran and Lang Yue unsure of what to say.
Tang Wulin was the first to break the strange atmosphere.
He had already adjusted himself, and he spoke with a serious expression.
"Dad, Mom, I know the sudden changes have left you both confused. Can you listen while I explain everything that happened?"
"Mm, go ahead."
Tang Ziran and Lang Yue naturally could not have asked for more. Tang Ziran made a gesture for him to continue, ready to listen.
No matter what, they would hear Tang Wulin's explanation first.
"Alright."
Thus, Tang Wulin began recounting his story once again, though he had no idea how many times he had told it by now.
But this time, his account was more detailed than any previous one.
Facing his parents, Tang Wulin did not want to hide anything. He told them everything he knew.
As a result, this telling was especially long.
It had still been morning when Tang Wulin