Zhao Xuan considered the matter carefully while Tang San sat beside him in silence, quietly awaiting his reply.
Suddenly, Zhao Xuan asked, "If you establish your sect, what about the Clear Sky Sect?"
Tang San smiled. "The Clear Sky Sect is full of talent and does not lack me. My uncle, the Howling Sky Douluo, and the elders are there to lead it, while the younger generation follows behind. To say nothing of the distant future, it will not decline within the next hundred years at least."
"Is that so?"
From Tang San's tone, it was not hard to hear his confidence in the Clear Sky Sect. So, after its conflict with Spirit Hall all those years ago and after so many years of recuperation, the Clear Sky Sect had not only recovered its strength, but had become quite formidable as well.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Xuan realized he no longer had any reason to refuse Tang San. He looked up at Tang San and, seeing the nervousness in his eyes, smiled.
"Then let's fulfill the promise we made back then."
Tang San let out a breath of relief, though surprise also flickered in his eyes. "I thought you had forgotten."
"Haha, this was an agreement between us. How could I possibly forget? Let me think... what was the name you chose for the sect back then? Hmm..."
"Tang Sect. Right, that was the name, wasn't it?"
Tang San nodded gently. A peculiar emotion slowly passed through his eyes, carrying a sense of longing for distant memories.
"That's right, Tang Sect!"
Seeing Tang San's expression, Zhao Xuan found it somewhat strange. Tang San seemed unusually attached to that name.
"Since I've joined your sect, you should at least tell me about your plans. Right now, the Tang Sect