Walking at the very front was none other than Tang Hao.
Yet despite possessing the strength of a Spirit Saint, Tang Hao's face bore none of its usual dominance. Instead, it was filled with exhaustion and fear.
But he was still Tang San's elder brother.
When he saw Tang San lying on the ground, his flesh mangled and his divine armor shattered, Tang Hao's eyes instantly reddened.
He lunged toward the pile of rubble, his trembling hands wanting to help Tang San up, yet fearing he might worsen Tang San's injuries.
"Little San, how did you get hurt this badly... That monster, he actually injured you like this..."
Tang Hao's voice was hoarse.
Then Tang Wei, the current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, also stepped forward.
Seeing Tang San's miserable state, the dignified middle-aged man's expression was grave beyond words.
Yet he did not blame him or sigh. Instead, he crouched down and placed a broad, thick hand on Tang San's shoulder.
"Little San, you've already done very well. You faced a monster capable of severely wounding even gods. The fact that you survived means you are the Clear Sky Sect's only hope."
Tang Wei's voice was steady, giving Tang San immense emotional support.
Several Clear Sky Sect elders also gathered around, their faces full of concern and worry.
"That's right, Little San. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."
"You are the most outstanding genius in the history of the Clear Sky Sect. As long as you remain, the Clear Sky Sect will never fall."
"No matter what happens, the entire sect will always be your strongest support."
Listening to those warm words and looking at the concerned, utterly sincere gazes of his elders, Tang San's eyes gradually reddened.
Warmth