Clash, Discord, and Rupture

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Seeing that Tang Yusheng was about to erupt again, Tang Potian took the lead and locked his sights back on Chen Zhang. His face piled on a "heart-to-heart" expression, and his tone carried full-on "grievance." "Brother Zhang, now this is where you're in the wrong!"

"If you had such a fine money-making business, why didn't you know to share a little with our Clear Sky Sect too?"

"You know how poor our Clear Sky Sect has always been. How could we compare to your Chen Clan, rolling in wealth like this?"

"Our two families have had deep ancestral ties and many years of friendship. No matter how you look at it, shouldn't you let a little soup slip through your fingers for us to have a taste?"

His words were half true and half false, both soft and hard, making it clear that he meant to barge in and stir up trouble.

The moment he said this, everyone in the hall instantly focused their gazes on Chen Zhang, the air seeming to freeze as they waited for his response.

Facing this almost shameless pressure, Chen Zhang's expression did not change. There was even an exceedingly open smile at the corner of his lips, as if he were stating something perfectly natural, and his voice was clear. "To be honest, it isn't that I don't want to. It's that it isn't suitable."

Meeting Tang Potian's suddenly sharp gaze, he calmly gave a reason no one had expected. "Brother Potian, the Clear Sky Sect is now thriving at the heart of the empire, rising like the sun at noon. One sect with three great Titled Douluo—your prestige is resounding."

"If my Chen Clan were to become entangled in cooperation with your esteemed sect on crucial matters