In the study room of the Tang Sect, Master Tang Qi was sitting behind the desk, and Tang Shao was standing at the desk respectfully. Perhaps Tang Shao was not afraid of anyone else, but she was very honest in front of her father, not even daring to breathe a word.
"Do you still know that we're missing? Where are you hiding?" Tang Qi's voice was forceful and magnetic. His face was very similar to that of Tang Peony, which was in line with the decoration of the Tang Sect in a black shirt.
"No, father, I'm going to cultivate." Tang Shao ventured to tell him about the situation in the past two years.
"Oh, the Fly Cutter Sect! You said you've been cultivating in the Flying Blade Sect for two years?"
"Yes, father."
"So you've learned how to use concealed weapons from the Flying Blade Sect?"
