Looking at his grandson, who had utterly abandoned all decorum and was sobbing before him, Tang Chen felt his temples throb.
The men of the Clear Sky Sect would rather bleed than shed tears. Yet Tang Hao was acting like some delicate little girl before him—this was simply outrageous!
However, he quickly sensed that something was wrong.
His grandson, whom he had once valued most highly and who possessed the greatest talent, now had only the pitiful Soul Power cultivation of a Soul Saint. One of his arms and legs had even been severed at the root?!
"Hao'er, your Soul Power... and your arm and leg—what exactly happened?!"
Tang Chen demanded harshly, his eyes bloodshot.
At those words, Tang Hao no longer had time to rejoice at their reunion. Like a resentful wife who had suffered endless bullying, he began a lengthy, impassioned accusation.
He told Tang Chen, with plenty of embellishment, how Spirit Hall had "unreasonably" attacked the Clear Sky Sect because of Ah Yin, how the Tang Sect established by Jiang Li had later "used its power to bully others," and finally how Spirit Hall had ruthlessly uprooted the Clear Sky Sect entirely.
Naturally, in his telling, the Clear Sky Sect had been pure and innocent victims from beginning to end, without the slightest fault.
Everything was the fault of Spirit Hall, Jiang Li, and the other forces!
"Damn it! How dare that hypocritical bird-man Qian Daoliu do such a thing?!"
After hearing Tang Hao's tearful account, Tang Chen flew into a rage. "To humiliate my Clear Sky Sect like this—does he truly think this old man is dead?! And that little beast Jiang Li, an outsider, actually dared to lead a pack of servants in biting back at their master. He has brought death upon himself!"
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