Past Events, They're All Worthless Scum

"Fine. But when you lose, don't go crying."

Tang San was no fool; he understood perfectly well.

He knew.

The positions of chief disciple for these three generations were definitely closely tied to the future succession of the sect master.

He was determined to claim the position of Clear Sky Sect Master.

Otherwise, how could he lead the Clear Sky Sect back to greatness?

Besides, he had not come for Ancestor Recognition to atone for his father's sins. He had come to take revenge on Spirit Hall and Ye Qiu.

"Hmph! Don't underestimate me! We'll settle who wins and loses with our hammers!"

Tang Long's expression changed as he spoke sternly.

"Come on, let's hurry and see the Sect Master. They've probably been waiting a long time."

With that said.

Tang Long led Tang San and the others into the Clear Sky Sect's main building.

The Clear Sky Sect's architecture was not luxurious in the slightest, but neither could it be called simple.

Its most striking feature was its imposing solidity.

They entered the sect's main building, a castle-like structure, crossed the broad hall, and climbed the interior staircase to the second floor.

They saw quite a few Clear Sky Sect disciples along the way.

All of them wore gray robes. The Tang Long brothers led Tang San to an arched doorway at the innermost end of the second floor and stopped.

Tang Long raised his hand and knocked twice on the door.

"Sect Master, we've brought Tang San. His two Your Majesty friends came with him as well."

"Come in."

A deep, powerful voice sounded from within the room.

To Tang San's ears, it felt strangely familiar, because it sounded at least eighty percent like his deadbeat father, Tang Hao.

Tang Long pushed open the door and entered first.