Within the Sect Master Hall of the Clear Sky Sect, the floor forged from Mystic Rock gleamed with a cold, hardened sheen after being steeped in Soul Power for years. Tang Xiao sat high in the sect master's seat, while the Seven Great Elders stood in rows along either side. The sect's monthly cultivation council had just concluded, and the hall still retained some of the solemnity of the proceedings.
Tang San stood in the center of the hall. His fitted attire made his figure appear even straighter, and the aura of a rank fifty-eight Soul King was as steady as a rock. The pressure of the Clear Sky Hammer bloodline surrounding him already carried something of the bearing of a young sect master.
Once all the servant disciples had withdrawn and the hall doors slammed shut, Tang San raised his eyes to Tang Xiao on the main seat. His voice was clear, yet carried an unquestionable resolve. "Father, Elders, I have a request."
Tang Xiao set down his teacup and waved with a smile. "Xiao San, speak freely. The sect's resources and secret techniques are all open to you. So long as it benefits your cultivation, the sect will not be stingy in the slightest."
In his eyes, Tang San was a once-in-a-century genius of the Clear Sky Sect, the only hope of leading the sect back to the pinnacle of the continent. Let alone a mere cultivation request—even if Tang San wanted his position as sect master right then, he might not hesitate.
But Tang San's next words instantly froze the atmosphere in the entire hall.
"I want to train in Slaughter City."
Those few short words exploded through the hall like a thunderclap.
"What did you say?!"
Second Elder abruptly rose from his seat, his graying beard