Tang Chen had spent only a short time recuperating in seclusion within the Clear Sky Sect when he opened his eyes in mild anger and emerged from his retreat.
Looking at the Clear Sky Sect's elders and his eldest grandson, Tang Xiao, kneeling before him, Tang Chen's eyes held a trace of exhaustion.
"I told you, I haven't recovered yet. I need at least six months to a year before my body is more or less back to strength. Don't stir up any trouble during that time. Did none of you hear me?"
"Tell me, what happened this time? You've all been kneeling outside my door for days, neither daring to speak nor leaving. Did you really think I couldn't sense you?"
"Grandfather, something terrible has happened. Yuehua has been captured." Tang Xiao's voice trembled as he spoke, his entire demeanor subdued.
"Patriarch, you have no idea. News of your return spread across the continent, and Spirit Hall is deeply wary of us. They've even torn away all pretense of civility to persecute us!"
"That Qian Daoliu is no good at all. Now he's not only allowing Spirit Hall to suppress us, he's even actively encouraging Spirit Masters to shun us."
The Clear Sky Sect's Fourth Elder, Blazing Sun Douluo, spoke with an aggrieved air, trying to pin the blame on Spirit Hall.
"If Qian Daoliu had truly wanted to kill me back then, I would never have made it back to the Clear Sky Sect."
Tang Chen's voice carried a note of helplessness.
Yes, he did think Qian Daoliu was a little spineless and rigid.
But the problem was that precisely because Qian Daoliu was excessively rigid, Tang Chen still trusted his character. Since Qian Daoliu had not cut him down with a single stroke when he broke free