"Sect Master, should we send a representative to Spirit City?" an elder asked.
"Of course! Why wouldn't we?" Yu Yuanzhen slammed his hand on the table, blue lightning crackling around him. "I'll go myself! I want to see that bastard Tang Hao nailed to the pillar of shame with my own eyes, to console Dagang's spirit in heaven!"
"You mustn't, Sect Master!" another elder hastily urged. "You are the pillar holding up our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. You cannot leave the sect lightly. Spirit City is teeming with dragons and fish mingling together right now. It's too dangerous. Why not send the Second Elder instead? He can represent our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan just as well."
Yu Yuanzhen frowned and pondered for a moment before finally nodding. "Very well. Have the Second Elder take thirty disciples with him. Remember, once you reach Spirit City, don't cause trouble, and don't get too close to Spirit Hall. We're only there to watch the trial. We will have nothing to do with anything else."
"Yes, Sect Master!" The Second Elder bowed and accepted the order.
Yu Yuanzhen gazed out the window and let out a long sigh.
Yu Dagang, my dear son.
Do you see this?
The man who ruined your entire life is finally going to get his just deserts.
The Clear Sky Sect.
Unlike in the original story, where Tang Hao had hammered Pope Qian Xunji to death and forced the sect to retreat to its ancestral grounds in seclusion, the Clear Sky Sect still engaged with the continent's various powers, though its reputation was not nearly as good.
It had none of the splendor of the world's foremost sect from Tang Chen's days.
The Clear Sky Sect's gates stood wide open. Two bold, powerful characters were carved