Gathering of the Four Clans

Hearing Tai Tan's words, Fu Shiyan smiled slightly and said with a hint of approval:

"Of course that would be great. It would be a beautiful thing if Four Single-Attribute Clans could reunite."

He paused and continued to ask:

"I wonder when the gathering of the four sects that Tai Tan patriarch mentioned was held?"

Tai Tan heard this, waved his hands quickly, and replied with a respectful look and a bit of fear:

"Oh, His Excellency Tianqing, don't call me the patriarch or senior, I'm really ashamed of myself!"

He rubbed his big palm-leaf-like hands and continued with seriousness on his honest face:

"You can just call me by my name 'Tai Tan'. I don't think I am a senior. I cannot bear this title in front of you."

Fu Shiyan looked at his appearance and didn't worry about the title. He just smiled and nodded:

"Okay, then I'll call you Tai Tan."

Tai Tan then smiled and continued:

"Your Majesty, this year's gathering of the four sects happens to be held at Heaven Dou City."

"Strength Clan from Lao Nu will serve as the organizer, and the time will be set in two months."

"Look, Your Majesty, when the time comes..."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly:

"In two months? Okay, you can send someone to notify Fu then. If I have time, I will go there in person."

Tai Tan heard this, and his eyes instantly burst into surprise!

Go there in person!

Tianqing Douluo personally attended the four sect gatherings. What is the concept of this?

That was Titled Douluo in his early twenties, the most popular person in the Douluo Continent today!

If he can be there, Old Goat and Old White Bird, let alone Old Rhino, have already joined, I'm afraid they will also be tempted!

He nodded repeatedly, unable to hold back the smile on his face:

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty! Thank you so much, Your Majesty! I will definitely prepare well and never let Your Majesty down!"

Fu Shiyan smiled slightly and said:

"No need to be polite. Just go and do your work."

Tai Tan bowed deeply to Fu Shiyan again, turned to look at Tang San, and smiled honestly:

"Young Master, I'm leaving now. I'll see you another day!"

Tang San quickly returned the gift:

"Tai Tan Grandpa, walk slowly."

Tai Tan then turned around and strode away.

That muscular figure quickly disappeared outside the courtyard wall of the Academy.

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There were only two people left in the corridor, Fu Shiyan and Tang San.

The sun shines through the carved window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Tang San stood there, looking at the direction Tai Tan was leaving with complicated eyes, and then at the closed door of the conference hall, his lips moved, but he stopped talking.

Fu Shiyan noticed something strange about him, turned to look at him, a gentle smile flashed in his eyes:

"What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

Tang San raised his head, looked at Master's ever-calm face, hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"Master..."

His voice was a little low, with some unspeakable complex emotions:

"Father, he..."

Hearing this, Fu Shiyan just looked at Tang San quietly, with those silver-gray eyes seeming to be able to see through everything.

After a moment, he raised his hand and gently touched Tang San's head.

The movement was as gentle as ever, with soothing power.

"Are you thinking about the Clear Sky Sect?"

Fu Shiyan's voice was very soft, but it directly hit what Tang San was thinking.

Tang San was slightly startled, then nodded.

The conversation inside the door just now was clearly heard by the master and the apprentice outside the door.

Tang Hao's silence, Ah Yin's forbearance, Niu Gao's questioning, Tai Tan's confusion...

Every sentence, every word, fell clearly into their ears.

As for Tang San, as early as the previous few Simulations, he was already aware of the dirty nature of the Clear Sky Sect.

The faces of those people, the calculations of those people, the cold-bloodedness and cruelty of those people--

He knows better than anyone.

But he didn't understand.

Why is my father still silent at this time?

Still hesitating? Still favoring the sect that ruined their family?

Fu Shiyan looked at the complicated emotions surging in his eyes and sighed softly.

He slowly turned around, stood with his hands behind his hands, cast his eyes towards the distant pavilion that was being repaired, and spoke in a low and calm voice:

"Your father, Tang Hao, grew up in the Clear Sky Sect."

"He has shown excellent talent since he was a child, and has high hopes from everyone in the sect. He was once considered the only young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect."

"For him, Clear Sky Sect is not a building, not a name, but... a home."

"Everyone in the sect has a blood connection with him, distant or close."

"Those elders are his elders, and those fellow disciples are his brothers."

"He spent his childhood and youth there, grew up there, and became stronger there."

Tang San listened quietly without interrupting.

Fu Shiyan continued:

"And now, what is the truth that he has learned?"

"It was this group of his family, this group of relatives connected by blood, who personally designed and murdered his wife, causing his family to be ruined, causing him to become homeless, and he had to live with guilt and self-blame for nearly ten years."

His voice was slightly lowered as he continued:

"Before this, he always thought it was his fault and that he had dragged down the sect."

"This gap..."

Fu Shiyan turned his head, looked at Tang San and asked:

"If it were you, would you be able to accept it for a while?"

Hearing this, Tang San fell silent.

Fu Shiyan looked at him and said with gentle understanding in his eyes:

"He needs time."

"To digest the truth, to accept the betrayal, to redefine the place he once called home."

He raised his hand, gently landed on Tang San's shoulder again, and said softly:

"Don't blame him."

"Give him some time and let him think about it."

Tang San stood quietly, feeling the warmth from Master's palms, and the turbulent emotions in his heart gradually calmed down.

He raised his head and looked at Fu Shiyan, with a faint light shining in his blue eyes:

"Master, I understand."

Fu Shiyan looked at him, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

He retracted his hand and his tone became a little lighter:

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

He paused, and the corners of his lips curled up into a smile:

"After staying with my family for so long, it's time to go back."

Tang San was slightly startled.

Fu Shiyan continued:

"Xiao Wu That kid has been clamoring to find you every day these past few days."

"If you don't go back, she's probably going to turn this small courtyard upside down."

When Tang San heard this, the angry look of Xiao Wu appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

Then, Fu Shiyan gently patted Tang San on the shoulder and said softly:

"Okay, let's go back."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the Academy.

Tang San stood there, watching the master's black back cast a faint shadow in the sun, and the chaotic thoughts in his heart were gradually calmed down by a calming force.

He took a deep breath and followed quickly.

The figures of the two masters and apprentices gradually drifted away under the corridor.

The sun shines through the carved window lattice, stretching their shadows very long.

In the distance, the sound of craftsmen hammering could still be heard faintly.

This Academy, which is about to be completed, exudes a calm and solemn atmosphere under the afternoon sun.

And in this tranquility, the figures of the master and the apprentice walking side by side gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

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On the other side, Star Luo Imperial City was shrouded in silence late at night, with only a few lights burning deep in the palace.

Dai Weisi is alone, standing outside Imperial Study.