Clear Sky Sect.
Atop Snow Mountain Peak, inside Haotian Fortress.
As the heavy stone doors swung open, Tang San slowly walked into Haotian Fortress, built from black rock. The moment he took his first step inside, the gazes of more than two hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples locked onto him with a swish, like sharp swords.
"Tang Hao's son, Tang San, pays respects to the sect master."
Bearing pressure like raging waves, he slowly dropped to one knee and spoke in a firm, ringing voice. He was Tang Hao's son. Even if he was injured, he absolutely could not show weakness before the sect.
Silence lingered for a long while. It was as if the air had frozen.
The many disciples looked at Tang San as faint murmurs rose. Several elders nodded in approval, and Second Elder said with relief, "Tang San, stand up. We all saw your sincere devotion to the sect in that battle."
Back then, Second Elder had promised that as long as he defeated Dai Yao, not only could he return to the clan and acknowledge his ancestors, Tang Hao could as well. Thinking of this, Tang San said somewhat bleakly:
"Second Elder, but I still lost..."
Second Elder and Tang Xiao exchanged a glance, their eyes soft. Tang Xiao looked at Tang San and smiled.
"Little San, get up. Since we called you here, there is naturally something important to announce."
Hearing this, Tang San still did not rise. He pressed on anxiously:
"Sect Master, is the sect forgiving my father, letting us acknowledge our ancestors and return to the clan, and worship Grandfather?"
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere inside Haotian Fortress immediately turned rather unpleasant. Seventh Elder's expression darkened even more, and he gave a cold snort. Clearly, although everyone had