"However, speaking of this matter, it reminded me of something. Your birth mother was quite close to my wife and me. Years ago, on the banks of the Yellow River, we set up a memorial mound for her clothes and crown. In the past, on her death anniversary, someone always went there to offer sacrifices before we did."
Tang Tianhao hesitated for a moment before continuing.
"Only your mom and I know about her memorial mound. Do you think it could be your birth father who went to pay respects? As far as I know, only your birth father would have the capability to know about this."
Ye Xiao's birth father's strength was unknown to Tang Tianhao, but Zhuge Xiang had given him an idea.
Compared to the current Ye Xiao, his birth father might not necessarily be weaker...
He was someone who, over twenty years ago, had been hunted by tens of thousands of cultivators from various sects—not someone to be trifled with.