Two days later.
Clear Sky Sect, rear mountain.
There was a secluded courtyard here, utterly different from the sect's grand halls. The courtyard was plain and deserted.
This was the residence of Tang Chen, the previous sect master of the Clear Sky Sect.
Ever since he had withdrawn from worldly affairs, Tang Chen had lived here alone. The entire rear mountain was rarely visited.
At that moment, two figures appeared outside the courtyard gate. They were Tang Wei and Tang Hao.
Tang Wei took a deep breath, steadied himself, stepped forward, and called out, "Father, your son seeks an audience on an urgent matter."
As his words fell, the courtyard remained silent.
The next moment, the tightly shut wooden gate opened on its own without a breath of wind.
A figure suddenly appeared, standing beneath the eaves with his hands behind his back.
His features bore some resemblance to Tang Wei's, yet he looked younger. There was not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power around him, as though he were merely an ordinary middle-aged man.
He was Tang Chen, the Clear Sky Douluo, one of the three great Limit Douluo of the present age.
"Get on your knees!" Tang Wei turned and barked at Tang Hao behind him.
Tang Hao abruptly dropped to both knees, which struck the ground with a dull thud.
He lowered his head, his gaze only daring to rest on the small patch of ground before his knees. He did not dare look directly at Tang Chen. "Grandfather, I'm sorry. I... I..."
Tang Chen frowned slightly, his tone displeased. "What exactly happened? Why are you stammering like this? Since when did the men of my Clear Sky Sect learn such spineless behavior?"
Tang Wei stepped half a pace forward and answered for his son. "Father, this