After finishing the hotpot, Zhou Qing and Tang San followed Tang Long to the open ground outside the Clear Sky Sect's main building.
Tang Xiao, Tang Yuehua, the Clear Sky Sect's five elders, and nearly two hundred third- and fourth-generation disciples were already waiting there.
Among them, the oldest fourth-generation disciples of the Clear Sky Sect were fifteen, while the youngest were only three or four and had yet to awaken their Martial Souls.
Tang San frowned, sensing that this was no simple matter. "Do they need to gather so many people? If that's the case, then the Clear Sky Sect does care quite a bit about its disciples' feelings."
Zhou Qing saw things differently.
"They might be here to denounce you."
"This isn't Holy Soul Village. They won't care whether you inherited Tang Hao's legacy or not. In their eyes, the debts of the fathers must be repaid by their descendants."
What a coincidence. I used to think the same way!
Tang San was speechless, but he was not worried. At worst, they would simply go to war with the Clear Sky Sect.
"Reporting to the Sect Master and elders, Zhou Qing and Tang San have arrived." Tang Long bowed to Tang Xiao and the five Clear Sky Sect elders standing at the front, then retreated into the ranks of the third-generation disciples.
The atmosphere on the grounds immediately fell silent.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing looked at Tang Xiao and cupped his fists. "Sect Master Tang, what is the meaning of this? We're only here to discuss cooperation. There's no need to gather every disciple in the sect, is there?"
"Zhou Qing of the Red Assembly, please step back for now."
Before Tang Xiao could speak, the oldest of the five elders, Second Elder, addressed Zhou Qing in an