The Seventh Elder's brows twitched as he signaled for the four stewards to step back several paces.
He stared at Tang San, lowering his voice as well. "What did you say?"
"My father is Tang Hao." Tang San enunciated every word. "The previous generation's titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect."
The Seventh Elder's expression changed instantly.
He froze for a moment, then his eyes gradually turned cold, like well water in the depths of winter—deep and frigid.
He said nothing. He merely looked Tang San over again from head to toe, as though searching his face for traces of that man.
A moment later, an icy smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Tang Hao." He forced the name through clenched teeth, as though even saying it once more was bad luck. "So you're that traitor's spawn."
Tang San's entire body jolted.
He abruptly raised his head and stared at the Seventh Elder in disbelief.
He had imagined that the other man would be surprised upon learning his identity, that he might hesitate, or return to report to the sect.
But he had never imagined that the man would call his father a "traitor."
"Senior!" Tang San's voice trembled slightly. "Why do you say my father was a traitor?"
The Seventh Elder sneered even more coldly. "Back then, your father caused the deaths of countless Clear Sky Sect experts for the sake of a Soul Beast. He also gave Spirit Hall leverage, forcing the sect to seal itself away for more than a decade. Everyone in the sect knows these matters. And you still ask whether he was a traitor?"
Tang San's face turned deathly pale.
He opened his mouth, wanting to defend his father, only to realize that he knew nothing about what his father had done