Next to the fire, aside from her, there were two other people—one was Tang San, lying on the ground, still in a coma, and the other, looking extremely disheveled, a shabby-looking uncle in tattered clothes, was none other than Tang Hao.
If one were only to look at Tang Hao himself, Xiaowu could never imagine that he was the formidable presence who dared to openly insult the Martial Soul Hall right before the Pope's palace and confront several Titled Douluo with his power alone.
"You're awake," Tang Hao's low and thick voice arose by Xiaowu's ear.
She simply nodded silently, her gaze staying fixed on Tang San, "Thank you."
Tang Hao waved his hand, saying, "No need for thanks. From a Soul Master's perspective, I should restrain you and when Tang San needs it, kill you and give your soul ring and soul bone to him. However, from a husband's perspective, I would make another choice."
