Farewell to the old Tang

Mo Xiu felt uncomfortable all over because of Elder Tang, but he still had a question to ask.

"Then who is my father?"

"You don't have a father. I've never heard of your father.""

"Alright, I won't ask anymore."

"You don't want to ask anything else?"

"No thanks!"

"Have you thought it through? Are there any unsolved knots in your heart?"

"I feel that after chatting with you, there are more knots in my heart!"

"You're going to fight Bobo tomorrow, right?"

Mo Xiu nodded.

"Be careful. The north is a battle-based country. Their fighting methods are very barbaric. If you hesitate for even a moment, you might be bitten by them. In a situation where you don't have the advantage in strength, if you want to win, you have to either use a strange move or be more ruthless than them!"

Mo Xiu nodded seriously. Elder Tang had finally said something useful. He remembered these words in his heart. They should be useful tomorrow.