"I didn't expect Tailong's grandfather to actually come!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise at Tai Tan's appearance.
"Yeah! Now this is going to be interesting." Zhao Zilong walked over as he spoke.
Ning Rongrong looked at Zhao Zilong excitedly. "Zilong, you didn't leave?"
"No." Zhao Zilong replied teasingly, "Yiran and I were having a meal nearby and were about to leave when we saw Tailong bringing his grandfather over. I figured there had to be a good show to watch."
Tang San gave a bitter smile. Wasn't this "show" about watching him? He had confidently declared earlier that a Soul Douluo-level expert would never come looking for trouble with him over such a trivial matter. Yet things had turned out against his wishes. A dignified Soul Douluo had truly come for him over something so small.
Tai Tan snorted coldly and barked, "Cut the crap. I sent my grandson to your academy, not to let him be bullied here. Which one of you is Tang San? Step forward."
Tang San knew he could no longer hide and stepped forward. "Senior, I am Tang San."
Tai Tan looked at Tang San, frowning slightly. "Tailong, you lost to him?"
Tailong nodded awkwardly. Tai Tan's anger immediately flared. He snorted. "Useless fool. You lost to a junior several years younger than you, whose Soul Power is even lower than yours. You've disgraced our Strength Clan."
Tailong was even more ashamed and could only keep his mouth shut. Tai Tan said coldly, "But Tailong is still my grandson. I can beat him, but outsiders cannot. Kid, you have two choices. First, apologize to my grandson and join our Strength Clan. Second, last the time it takes an incense stick to burn in my hands, and we'll call this matter settled."
Before Tang San could