"If your branch is willing, I can personally authorize your return to the Breaking Clan and grant you an elder's seat."
Once he had confirmed they were family, Yang Potian became even more cordial. He even guaranteed that he could bring that branch back into the Breaking Clan.
Those Self-Created Soul Skills he had used in the Soul Fighting Arena last night alone made it worthwhile—no, they had struck gold.
"I have no interest in becoming someone else's watchdog."
Tian Hao rejected him without a second thought, his words filled with undisguised disgust and contempt, making Yang Potian's old face darken.
Behind him, Yang Zhan wanted to defend the family, but he had no idea how to begin.
After all, though the words were harsh, the Four Great Clans truly were little more than Clear Sky Sect's watchdogs.
"Perhaps you gained a great deal and even allowed your clan to survive, but you lost something far more precious.
"The Soul Breaking Spear is no worse than the Battle Soul Sect's Seven Kill Sword, so why can the Battle Soul Sect stand alongside the Upper Three Sects, producing one powerhouse after another, while the Breaking Clan can only serve as Clear Sky Sect's dog?"
Without waiting for Yang Potian to respond, Tian Hao continued to coax him. Yang Potian could not help falling into deep thought, and countless thoughts ran through his mind.
"Your name is Yang Potian. Have you ever considered why your father gave you that name?"
Seeing clarity gradually return to Yang Potian's eyes, Tian Hao added another nudge, making Yang Potian's heart and mind quake.
Tian Hao knew the name Yang Potian. He was the current patriarch of the Breaking Clan and had two sons, Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang—the very two from the original story.
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