"The token is the Clear Sky Hammer."
Tang Long spoke to Tang San.
Tang San raised his left hand. Black light surged forth, and a small Clear Sky Hammer appeared.
Seeing that this Clear Sky Hammer did not have a single Soul Ring, contempt flashed in the eyes of the two young men.
"Where is yours?"
One of them looked at Zhou Qing.
"I represent the Red Assembly and have come to visit the Clear Sky Sect," Zhou Qing said, looking toward Tang Long.
"Ahem!"
Having completely confirmed Tang San's identity, Tang Long immediately slapped each of the two young men and rebuked them, "They were invited by the Sect Leader! Move aside!"
The two young men did not dare resist and could only step aside.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing and Tang San exchanged strange looks with Tang Long and realized just how strict the hierarchy within the Clear Sky Sect was.
Beyond the gate was a spacious courtyard, with the blue-gray fortress-like building standing farther behind it.
Tang Long introduced them, "The Clear Sky Sect currently has four generations of disciples, around two hundred in total. The three of us belong to the third generation, which has the most members—more than a hundred. You, Tang San, are Tang Hao's son, so you... can also be considered a third-generation disciple."
Tang Tian said, "Brother Tang Long is the Third Generation Chief!"
Tang Yu suddenly laughed. "Tang San, you must be stronger than Brother Tang Long, right? It looks like the position of Third Generation Chief is about to change hands!"
Tang Long shot Tang Yu a fierce glare, but he still took a deep breath and said to Tang San, "When the annual Third Generation Disciple Tournament begins, we can spar in the arena."
"I have no interest in being