Ning Rongrong patted her chest from the side and said, "Xiao Wu, don't worry. My dad's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has already reached the level of Seven Treasures at Will. It can not only provide support but also has extremely powerful healing abilities. Just now he released all seven treasures — as long as Third Brother still had a single breath left, he could be fully recovered. He'll be fine. But what just happened? How did Third Brother end up fighting that old man? That old geezer isn't weak. My Grandpa Bones said he has the strength of a Soul Douluo."
Before Xiao Wu could respond, Oscar had already launched into a rapid explanation from the side. Seeing Ning Rongrong's return, he was overjoyed — but at the same time he had also caught sight of Ning Rongrong's father and that unknown, terrifyingly powerful "Grandpa Bones," and his heart couldn't help but feel uneasy. The plan he had been nurturing to confess his feelings the moment Ning Rongrong returned would have to be put on hold.
After hearing Oscar's explanation, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh. "He beat up the son, so the father shows up. He beat up the father, so the grandfather shows up. Will these people ever give it a rest? It's fine, Third Brother. Next time they come looking for trouble, we'll all fight together. Even though Boss Dai isn't here, our combined combat power should be able to hold out for a while. And if my dad is willing to help, with his support, we could all hold our own."
Tang San's feelings at this moment were complicated. Titan's display moments ago had shocked him to the core. He vaguely sensed that everything the old man had said was connected to his father's disappearance. Could it be that his father was actually not just a drunkard? What kind of person could make a Soul Douluo serve as a slave? Higher than that, perhaps, there was only a Titled Douluo.
Back at the dormitory, Tang San sent everyone else — including Xiao Wu — back to their rooms first. He quickly washed the grime off his body, changed into clean clothes, and hurried to the fourth floor of the teaching building.
At this moment, what mattered most to him was not Ning Fengzhi's intentions, but the way Titan had addressed him. That was what he most wanted to get to the bottom of.
Arriving on the fourth floor, Tang San happened to run into Zhao Wuji just coming out of the conference room.
Zhao Wuji raised a finger to his lips in a hushing gesture, quickly pulled Tang San aside into a corner.
"Little San, no matter what they say to you later, you must stay calm. That old monster Titan and Ning Fengzhi are not on good terms. I've put them in two separate rooms. You can decide who to see first. But no matter what, don't make any hasty decisions. If it comes down to it, just say you'll wait until the Great Master and Flandre get back before discussing anything."
Tang San was always composed, and he nodded at this. "Don't worry, Teacher Zhao. I know what to do."
Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly to himself. Right now he was nothing more than a bystander — this was the gap in power. As long as even one member of the Golden Iron Triangle or the Poison Douluo were present, the academy wouldn't be in such a passive position.
Titan was one thing. His Force Clan was strong enough, but with all the teachers Shrek Academy had, Zhao Wuji wasn't afraid of him.
Ning Fengzhi, however, was a different matter entirely. He was the clan master of one of the Seven Great Clans. That one family producing two Douluo was enough to make the entire world tremble.
Among all the Seven Great Clans, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan ranked second. It was one of the Upper Three Clans — even above the Great Master's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.
As for Tang San, Zhao Wuji wasn't all that worried about him. He was actually somewhat grateful that Tang San had revealed his hammer earlier. Although he had been stunned by Tang San's Twin Martial Soul, it now seemed that this Twin Martial Soul had become something that even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would have to think twice about.
Zhao Wuji pointed out the rooms where each party was waiting, and Tang San unhesitatingly chose Titan's family first, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
Titan sat in the seat of honor. When Tang San entered, the old man had been deep in thought. Spotting Tang San, he immediately rose and hurried forward. Before Tang San could react, the god of strength had already dropped to one knee again. "This old servant injured the young master. Please punish me, young master."
Watching Tai Nuo and his son kneel down alongside Titan, a bitter smile crossed Tang San's face. "Please, senior, get up so we can talk properly. I don't understand any of what's going on right now. Could you explain it to me first? I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not the so-called young master you speak of — I'm just an ordinary person of common birth."
Titan froze for a moment, then stood and looked Tang San up and down before asking, "Is your father's name Tang Hao?"
Tang San nodded. "My father's name is indeed Tang Hao, but he's not the master you speak of!"
Titan said in a deep voice, "If your father is Tang Hao, then there is no mistake at all. Young master, how have you and the master spent all these years? And why are you using that Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"
"Wait." Tang San cut Titan off with some urgency. "Senior, could you first tell me — who exactly is this father of mine that you speak of, and why would you call him 'master'?"