You're Still Pretending

The moment the courtyard gates were pushed open, Tai Tan stood in the doorway, looking especially conspicuous.

This time, he had brought no attendants. He had not even brought his own grandson, Tailong. He had come here alone.

And the moment Tai Tan arrived, his anger was aimed squarely at Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi had already risen, meeting Tai Tan's gaze without the slightest courtesy.

"The coward's here."

Yang Wudi's voice was not loud, but he made no attempt to hide it.

He turned and strode toward the hall.

After taking only a few steps, however, there was still no sound behind him. He could not help stopping, turning his head slightly, his brows tightly furrowed as his gaze swept from Niu Gao to White Crane.

"What, are you two planning to stay here too, to lick Tang Hao's ass like dogs and acknowledge him as your master?"

Niu Gao scratched the back of his head and forced out a smile uglier than crying. "Old Goat, this... this seems to be my house."

Yang Wudi's expression instantly froze.

He had nearly forgotten. So he gave a disdainful snort, turned around, and sat back down in his chair.

"If not for Tang Hao back then, how would our Four Clans have fallen to this state? Nearly seventy percent of my Breaking Clan were killed or wounded. I can still recite their names one by one to this day." Yang Wudi's voice dropped extremely low, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "And Tang Hao? He hid in some godforsaken corner for over ten years without ever showing his face. Did he ever care whether we lived or died?"

"Enough!"

Tai Tan suddenly slammed the table, the force so great that the chair beside him let out an