After Tang Jingxiu and Tang Yuezhi left Lin Bai's courtyard, father and daughter walked one behind the other along the ancient road toward the Tang Family's main hall.
"Father, the Houtu Divine Thunder Art is the Wang Family's ancestral secret art of Houtu City. Although not many members of the Wang Family cultivate it, the Wang Family's ancestral rule says that this art may only be passed down to direct descendants and must never be taught outside the family!"
"We don't have it at all!"
"Why did you give Lin Bai a day to provide it to the Tang Family?"
Tang Yuezhi asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Of course I know that!"
"All right, Yuezhi. Go down and rest properly. Focus on preparing for the Dragon City Tournament. This will be an opportunity for our Tang Family to turn things around!"
"This will also be the time when our Tang Family either fights to the death or perishes!"
"If we win this gamble, our Tang Family will be able to rise again!"
"But if we lose, then..."
Tang Jingxiu spoke coldly, his expression solemn and unyielding.
"Go rest." When Tang Jingxiu reached the main hall, he said this to Tang Yuezhi.
"Father!" Tang Yuezhi seemed to sense that Tang Jingxiu had a heavy burden on his mind, and she grew somewhat worried.
But Tang Jingxiu's expression turned cold as he said, "Go!"
Seeing the changes in Tang Jingxiu's expression, Tang Yuezhi immediately said no more. She returned to her residence and began preparing for the Dragon City Tournament.
Tang Jingxiu entered the main hall alone and sat in the seat of honor, his expression gloomy.
After sitting down, he pondered for a long while before finally calling out, "Are the six Grand Elders here?"
Swish, swish, swish—
After Tang Jingxiu's voice fell,