Tang San's Tears, Unwilling to Let the Legacy End Here

"Could there be some misunderstanding?"

Xuan Zi looked at Tang Ya. After some thought, he finally said, "After all, Tang San's mother used to be a member of the Tang Sect. It would be perfectly normal for her to know some Tang Sect Secret Techniques. Most likely, she taught those techniques to Tang San when he was young."

"That is possible, but rules are rules."

Tang Ya shook her head. "As long as someone has learned Tang Sect Secret Techniques, they are a member of the Tang Sect for life. Otherwise, they must return every Tang Sect Secret Technique they learned."

"Although the Tang Sect has merged into the Spirit Pagoda, the rules remain the same. After all, they were set down by the first Tang Sect Master. The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed."

What Tang Ya did not say was that the two Tang Sect Secret Techniques this youth named Tang San had displayed during his fight against Wu Feng had been extraordinarily refined.

Whether it was the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track or the Mysterious Jade Hand, this youth who shared a name with the Tang Sect's founder wielded Tang Sect Secret Techniques even more skillfully than she, the former Tang Sect Master, did.

It was simply absurd.

This guy Tang San was only sixteen, wasn't he?

He had cultivated for just a few years, yet he had already reached her level. Such talent and comprehension were truly outrageous.

Tang Ya's words immediately earned the approval of most people present.

It was hard not to agree!

Those present were either Outer Court Core Disciples or Shrek Inner Court students. Some had even joined the Spirit Pagoda already. In truth, most of them were not commoners; they came from clans, sects, and similar backgrounds.

As beneficiaries of such