"Master-"
Tai Tan's voice was hoarse, filled with pain and absurdity.
"Our Strength Clan has been loyal and true for generations, acknowledging only the Clear Sky Sect and our master, Tang Hao."
"And in the end, we've spent all these years bowing and scraping before some wandering ghost?"
"Young master? To hell with that damned young master!"
Beside him, Niu Gao's face was blacker than the bottom of a pot.
He slammed his palm onto the table, instantly reducing the already rickety wooden table to dust.
"Old ape, you're only realizing that now?"
"I knew something was wrong!"
"That brat was scheming from childhood. Those hidden weapon techniques weren't the Clear Sky Sect's methods at all!"
"Self-created soul skills, my ass! He stole them from another world!"
Niu Gao stood, his chest heaving violently.
"We were deceived."
"Deceived so terribly!"
"For that impostor, we fought Spirit Hall to the death. More than half our clansmen were killed or wounded."
"And what did we get?"
"He used us as cannon fodder while he ran off to hide."
"Even that would've been fine. If it had been for the young master, I'd have accepted it."
"But what the hell is he? Just something borrowing the body of Tang Hao's son!"
Bai He let out a long sigh, seeming to age ten years in an instant.
"That's not all."
"Look at the images on the Golden List."
"For the sake of all living beings, even Qian Renxue knew to endure and exercise restraint."
"And Tang San?"
"To force the Snow Empress out, he didn't hesitate to destroy glaciers and slaughter soul beasts."
"Is that justice?"
"What kind of justice have we been upholding all this time?"
Yang Wudi's face was cold, and he said nothing.
He simply turned and began packing his belongings.