"A new Saint Heir?!" Song Shaokang and Song Fu momentarily failed to comprehend, but suddenly, both of their eyes widened, faces full of shock.
"Saint Heir!" they exclaimed simultaneously.
Song Fu hurriedly said, "Kang'er, hurry, let's go quickly!"
Song Shaokang nodded, and together with Song Fu, they dashed towards the Examination Hall.
However, halfway there, Song Shaokang suddenly stopped, as if realizing something, his face pale and bloodless, cold sweat continuously forming on his forehead.
"What's wrong?" Song Fu, seeing his son suddenly halt and his face so pale, couldn't help but feel curious.
Song Shaokang's voice trembled, "Father, do you think... could it be?!"
Song Fu felt even more puzzled, momentarily unable to understand what his son was implying.
But suddenly, his mind flashed, as if understanding what his son was trying to say, he blurted out with trembling voice, "You mean, it's Huang Xiaolong?! That Huang Xiaolong?!"
Huang Xiaolong!
