"Golden light?"
Tang Rao mused over what Tang Xiaobai had just said, pondering left and right about the golden light, wondering why Tang Xiaobai saw light instead of the arsonist. Could this light represent something?
"Dad, could it be that you don't want to give me the weapons factory and decided to destroy it in the process?"
The Kao Shan Sect's defenses were tight, and the factory's array was no less sophisticated. Considering how Tang Xiaobai valued his domain more than national affairs, under such strict defenses, it was hard for him to imagine anyone more capable than Tang Rao.
"You little brat, what nonsense are you thinking?"
Tang Rao slapped his hand down, landing on Tang Xiaobai's newly styled hair, flattening it.
"I'm not imagining things. Who else has the capability to set fire to the weapons factory?"
Praised by his son, Tang Rao's resentment subsided a bit, yet he didn't say that Tang Xiaobai was wrong. This chapter could be flipped over easily.
