Keeping the Appointment

"My grandson may not amount to much, but at least he's the Second City Lord of Canghai City now, with sixty-nine ranks of Soul Power and his own No Return Spear Technique. As for the person beside him, I doubt I need to introduce him." He set down his wine bowl and pointed toward Tai Tan. "What does that young master of yours have? A Tang Sect without even a sect headquarters? What the hell are you bragging about, you bastard?"

Tai Tan's lips moved, but for a moment, he could not find a rebuttal.

And what Yang Wudi said was the truth.

What kind of place was Canghai City?

It was an existence even Spirit Hall had once not dared to set foot in lightly. The hidden Soul Masters living in the city numbered no fewer than a thousand, and a Title Douluo held it down.

In terms of status, power, and foundation, how could Tang San's newly cobbled-together troupe compare?

People strove upward, water flowed downward.

Everyone understood that principle, and compared with Tang San, Yang Guyun's side was clearly closer to them.

Although he had gone straight from the original "emperor" to "retired emperor," so what?

It was not Xuanwu Gate 3.0. His grandson had achieved this much; he ought to be happy.

"The young master is still young." Tai Tan held it in for a long while before finally forcing out this sentence. "How many years older than him are Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun? In a few more years, the young master may not be unable to surpass them."

"Heh."

Yang Wudi also gave a mocking laugh. Saying that—only a ghost would believe it.

Ghost: I don't believe it.

White Crane first looked at Tai Tan, then at Yang Wudi, and spoke tentatively. "Old Goat,