"Cough, cough."
Tang San suddenly coughed twice, pulled Zhao Xuan aside, and whispered, "Sorry. Senior Yang Wudi is a battle maniac. When I introduced the Tang Sect back then, I included you, so he made a request. If he was to join the Tang Sect, he had to spar with you once."
"I had no choice. Please."
Tang San pressed his palms together and pleaded with Zhao Xuan.
Zhao Xuan froze for a moment, then looked speechlessly at Tang San, who had lowered his head beside him, and rolled his eyes.
You sold me out, you bastard.
Zhao Xuan looked back. Aside from Yang Wudi, the others were all watching him with great interest, including Tai Tan, the Strength Clan's patriarch, whom he had met a few times before.
Zhao Xuan did not need to guess to know that these were the patriarchs of the four single-attribute clans Tang San had gone to such lengths to recruit.
Tang San had raised his head at some point. Seeing Zhao Xuan looking toward the group, he hurriedly began introducing them.
"You probably know this one already. Tai Tan, patriarch of the Strength Clan and master of our Strength Hall."
Tai Tan stiffened his face and nodded at Zhao Xuan with feigned composure, though there was still a trace of awkwardness in his expression.
After thinking it over briefly, Zhao Xuan smiled in realization. Back then, the matter involving Tailong seemed to have caused some conflict between them.
But now they were all family. Those past matters had passed like drifting clouds, carried away by the wind. Zhao Xuan smiled at him, and Tai Tan gave an awkward laugh as though flattered, leaving an elderly man beside him utterly astonished.
"This is Senior Niu Gao, master of our Defense Hall."
After introducing Tai