Tang San Followed Yang Wudi

He was an elderly man with graying hair and beard, a burly frame, and eyes like an eagle's. His entire body radiated a fierce aura. He wore a dull gray robe and carried a straight spear on his back. He was like a weapon drawn from its sheath, his sharpness fully revealed.

Yang Wudi.

Tang San knew him.

When they had parted in Spirit City, his father had told him to go with this man. But he had refused and chosen to leave on his own.

He had never expected that Yang Wudi had been following him all along.

Yang Wudi stepped into the moonlight, his gaze falling on Tang San as a trace of complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.

"Young Master."

His voice was low and hoarse.

Tang San did not respond. He merely looked at him coldly.

Yang Wudi did not mind and continued, "Your father... His Excellency Clear Sky, is dead. He was killed by Spirit Hall's Dragon Subduing Douluo."

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Yang Wudi continued, "Before, while your father was on his way to Spirit City, he asked me to take you out and temper you for a while. Originally, he should have taught you these things himself. But now..."

He paused and stared directly at Tang San. "Are you willing to come with me?"

Tang San remained silent.

Yang Wudi said, "I know you do not trust me. But you only need to know that the Four Single-Attribute Clans were once the direct branches of your father, the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect. They will also be the strongest foundation for your future resistance against Spirit Hall. That is enough."

He took a step forward, his voice dropping even lower. "If you are alone