"Lu Yuan, stop putting on an act here. I, Tang San, have nothing to hide. The people's eyes are sharp. If you want to deliberately slander me, you'll never fool everyone."
Tang San looked at Lu Yuan and spoke with righteous conviction. Yet his fists were clenched tight, his pupils slightly contracted, and his breathing was somewhat hurried. Clearly, he was deeply worried inside.
His mind had long since fallen into chaos; he was merely forcing himself not to show it.
It had to be said that Tang San's self-control was quite remarkable. At the very least, Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai already looked terrified. Their past deeds had been exposed before everyone, and their hearts were filled with fear.
Moreover, Spirit Hall had concrete witnesses if it wanted to move against them. Could the Star Luo Imperial Family and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan really save them?
Not to mention that Lu Yuan's Dragon King Hall was eyeing them from the sidelines. They would likely become disposable pawns at the first opportunity.
There was no way the Star Luo Imperial Family and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would choose to become enemies with Spirit Hall and the Dragon King Hall for their sake.
To imperial families and sects like these, what did a mere direct descendant of a family amount to?
When it was time to abandon them, they would do so without the slightest hesitation.
Even Ning Fengzhi, who doted obsessively on his daughter, had relentlessly pushed her toward Lu Yuan when the interests of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were at stake, hadn't he?
In the eyes of these sect members, the sect's interests stood above all else.
That was the norm among the sects of the current Douluo Continent. Even sects bound by