Is it still not too late?
Tang Hao raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Tang Chen, as if a drowning man had grasped at the last straw. His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief and trembling.
He was already a cripple, his soul power was suppressed, he was imprisoned, his reputation was ruined, and his son had become a public enemy of the continent.
With myself like this, what right do I have to talk about "not having too much time"?
Tang Chen sighed inwardly as she looked at him, but her face remained expressionless.
"Of course, but..."
"Do you think you still have a chance on your own?"
He coldly retorted,
"With your current state, neither human nor ghost, let alone clean house and punish that wicked Tang San, you can't even get out of this cell."
The light in Tang Hao's eyes dimmed instantly. Yes, what made him so special?
He laughed self-deprecatingly, a laugh that looked more like a grimace.
"but,"
Tang Chen abruptly changed the subject, each word striking a chord in Tang Hao's heart.
"There is someone who can give you this opportunity."
Tang Hao suddenly raised his head.
"There is such a person,"
Tang Chen's gaze deepened; he seemed to be recalling memories, or perhaps looking to the future.
"He is young, yet he is already a mastermind on the continent. He inherited the legacy of the God of Asura, but he has embarked on a completely different path."
The legacy of the Asura God?
Tang Hao was deeply shocked. Wasn't that the God of Slaughter Domain he obtained in the City of Slaughter, the divine position it ultimately pointed to?
It's already been inherited by someone else?
"His subordinates are filled with powerful figures, and there are many titled Douluo under his command."
Tang Chen continued, a hint of awe unconsciously creeping into his voice.
"Even... I chose to stand on his side."
Tang Hao's mouth opened wider and wider, and his eyes widened like copper bells.
How is that possible?
What kind of person could command the respect of so many top experts?
"He possesses countless treasures, including many that are truly divine artifacts."
Tang Chen's words continued, like a series of heavy hammer blows, completely shattering Tang Hao's remaining pride and sense of self-worth.
"He has the ability and the will to fight against the catastrophe unleashed by Tang San. And you, Tang Hao, in his eyes, may still have some value to him."
Tang Hao's heart began to pound.
He understood, he understood completely.
The person Grandpa was talking about was none other than Ning Liu, the sect leader of the Glazed Heaven Sect who had imprisoned him!
That young man... actually has such a terrifying background and strength?
But it wasn't like this before!
How long has it been?!
Countless thoughts flashed through Tang Hao's mind. There was shock, resentment, and humiliation.
He is none other than Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo!
To make him bow down to a teenager or even beg for a chance?
But……
He thought of Ah Yin who had sacrificed herself, Tang San who had become a demon, the sect he had implicated, and his grandfather who was now looking at him with disappointment.
What's the value of one's pride?
What does one's own face matter compared to the honor and disgrace of the sect and the safety of the continent?
Tang San is my son, and I, as his father, bear an inescapable responsibility for the sins he has committed!
I must make amends, I must end all of this myself!
Even at any cost!
"I do!"
Tang Hao practically roared as he struggled to his feet. His knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground, bowing deeply towards the prison door.
"I do!"
He didn't look at Tang Chen again, because he knew that this opportunity was not something his great-grandfather could give him; he had to fight for it himself.
Tang Chen watched his resolute back, and the tense lines on her face finally softened a little.
This grandson isn't completely useless yet, at least.
Just then, the heavy crystal prison door was pushed open again.
A tall, slender figure appeared at the doorway; it was Ning Liu.
He was still dressed in simple white, with a calm demeanor, as if he were just taking a walk after dinner and happened to pass by.
His gaze calmly swept over everything in the cell, finally landing on Tang Hao kneeling on the ground, without the slightest surprise.
Tang Hao felt that gaze and his body stiffened.
An instinctive sense of resistance and shame welled up from the bottom of my heart.
He was, after all, Tang Hao, a former legend of the continent, yet now he had to kneel and beg for mercy from a junior whom he could have easily crushed back then.
But the thought was fleeting, crushed by his even stronger resolve.
He remembered the mistakes he had made and the responsibilities he should bear.
Admitting mistakes openly and honestly and bearing the consequences—that's how a disciple of the Haotian Sect should behave!
"Sect Master of the Glazed Heaven Sect, Ning Liu!"
Tang Hao raised his head, looked directly into Ning Liu's eyes, and spoke each word clearly and loudly.
"I, Tang Hao, confess my guilt for stealing your sect's items at the auction!"
"This was my own doing, driven by greed and despicable behavior. I am willing to bear all the consequences!"
"I, Tang Hao, have failed in my duty to raise my son, Tang San, who has brought calamity upon the continent, causing immense suffering and death. I am ashamed before all living beings! I am willing to personally cleanse this family to atone for my sins!"
"I, Tang Hao, am now a sinner who has reached the end of my rope!"
"If the sect leader does not abandon me, I am willing to serve you as my master! From this day forward, my life and my cultivation will be at your command, my master. I will go through fire and water without hesitation! I only ask that you give me a chance to atone for my sins!"
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