Yo, the Second City Lord is Here

"Old White Bird was Tang Hao's own uncle," Yang Wudi said in a low voice. "Leaving aside what the Clear Sky Sect was like, Tang San had to call him great-uncle. Whether you acknowledge it or not, blood ties can't be cut. If he chose Tang San, that would only be natural."

Niu Gao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Yang Wudi raised a hand and stopped him.

"You help family over reason. You understand that yourself. The Four Clans had old grudges with the Clear Sky Sect, but Tang San still had half the Clear Sky Sect's blood in him, and the other half was from White Crane's side. White Crane was caught in the middle. Whichever side he chose, it wouldn't be wrong. You and I shouldn't decide for him, and we shouldn't force him." He lowered his hand and picked up his wine bowl again. "Old Rhino, I'll only advise you on one thing. Don't get your hopes too high."

Niu Gao was silent for a long time.

"Even if we have to reach a dead end, decades of brotherhood can't just be cut off like this. Even if we part ways, we still have to eat a farewell meal." His voice suddenly softened. "Part on good terms."

After all, they had been brothers for decades. Even if they were parting ways, there ought to be some sense of ceremony, right?

They had never sworn brotherhood before Second Master, nor were they blood brothers, but back then, as vassals of the Clear Sky Sect, they had at least been connected bone to tendon.

As long as someone was not a spineless coward like Tai Tan, they would basically help however much they could.

Yang Wudi looked at Niu Gao's reddened eyes and said nothing comforting.