No Chance

Tang San fell silent for a moment, but he still briefly recounted how his father, Tang Hao, had fought four Title Douluo from Spirit Hall alone to cover his escape.

Tang Xiao did not speak immediately after hearing it, but Tang Yuehua, seated to one side, already had reddening eyes.

The elders seated at the side showed no obvious reaction. Their silence itself was an attitude.

That deliberate expressionlessness was harder to endure than any contemptuous words.

If not for Tang Hao, how could the Clear Sky Sect have fallen to its current state? This belief was already carved into their bones, and it would not easily dissolve just because Tang Hao's son had traveled a thousand miles back to kowtow a few times.

Tang Yuehua noticed this. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze swept across the elders' faces with a rare hint of reproach.

As Tang Hao's younger sister, her stance in this sitting room needed no explanation to anyone.

So she called out to her eldest brother, then released her martial soul.

Because she knew something was wrong with Tang San right now.

As the eldest young lady of the Clear Sky Sect, she naturally knew of a place like the Capital of Slaughter, so of course she understood what had happened to Tang San.

Tang San's current state was exactly the same as Tang Hao's had been back when he had just come out of the Capital of Slaughter.

A pale-gold halo rose from beneath her feet. Under the soaking influence of that halo, the red gleam in Tang San's eyes gradually faded, and the killing intent lingering around his body slowly drew back. His tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"Xiao San, come here and let your aunt have a look." Tang Yuehua withdrew her martial soul