All of Wenshui City was stunned at the question.
It was completely silent outside the ancestral hall, as still as a graveyard.
After a moment, one person finally woke from their daze.
Madam Tang suppressed the fear in her eyes and swiftly walked up to him, raising her hand to slap him.
Would a resounding slap perhaps alleviate the Old Master's anger once he heard about this matter?
Madam Tang thought this way. Gritting her teeth, she struck. Not wanting her blow to be soft out of regret and thus cause people to find problems with it, she used an incredible amount of strength.
Tang Thirty-Six smiled at her, but did not avoid it.
A slap rang out as Madam Tang's palm landed on Tang Thirty-Six's face.
Tang Thirty-Six's left cheek swiftly reddened, but because he had not washed his face for many days, the layers of filth made it seem far from striking.
But he was still smiling, a sincere smile that was not the least bit forced or emotionless.