After returning from the training grounds to the bamboo courtyard where they were staying, Tang San gently placed the wooden box containing Xiao Wu's true body on the table. His fingertips brushed over its surface, and his gaze gradually hardened with resolve. Lin Zhixia was polishing the Star Guidance Bell. Seeing his grave expression, she stopped. "Little San, what are you thinking?"
Tang San turned around, his voice steady with long-held conviction. "Zhi Xia, I want to establish a sect on the Douluo Continent—the Tang Sect." After a pause, he voiced the thought he had kept buried for years. "Ever since I saw Spirit Hall's tyranny during the Spirit Master Competition, I understood that personal strength alone could never stand against them. My mother was once a Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor, yet Spirit Hall forced her to sacrifice herself. Father left his sect because of it... I need a force of my own to protect those I want to protect, help you complete your divine trials, and revive Xiao Wu."
The Star Guidance Bell in Lin Zhixia's hand swayed gently, letting out a crisp chime. She lifted her eyes to Tang San, her gaze full of agreement. "I support you." Without further hesitation, she pinned the bell back at her collar. The star diamonds on her Starfall Battle Skirt reflected the candlelight. "Did you forget? I'm your sworn sister, and the heir to the Starfall Judgment God. If the Tang Sect is to be built, I'll use the Star Burial Domain to guard its gates. If you need to recruit people, I'll use Star Breath Perception to judge them. When we stand against Spirit Hall in the future, my Star Blade will always be your sharpest support."
Seeing her unwavering expression, warmth surged through Tang San's heart. He