Want to Kick the Table? You're Still Too Green

Tai Tan hurriedly rose and steadied him by the shoulders, his tiger-like eyes gleaming with gratification.

He had lived through most of his life. In the first half, he had followed Tang Hao; in the latter half, he had devoted himself to Tang San.

Tang Hao had given him strength and conviction, while Tang San had given him purpose and hope.

Now, both the Strength Clan and the Speed Clan had joined the Tang Sect. Coupled with the family ties between White Crane and Tang Yuehua, the Tang Sect's initial framework had already taken shape.

White Crane rose and walked over to Tang San, gently patting him on the shoulder.

As he gazed at the young man before him, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Tang Hao in his brows and eyes.

"You're better than your father." White Crane patted his shoulder, a trace of emotion in his voice. "If your father had possessed even half your patience and shrewdness back then, things would never have come to that."

Tang San lowered his eyes with a respectful expression, a perfectly measured look of gratitude resting on his lips.

Heh heh~

If Tang Hao had possessed his patience and shrewdness?

Then perhaps Ah Yin would not have died, the Clear Sky Sect would not have sealed its gates, the Four Clans would not have scattered, and Tang San would not have spent his childhood in that dilapidated courtyard in Holy Soul Village.

If Tang Hao had possessed his patience and shrewdness, he would never have needed to suffer all this.

But he would not say any of it—at least, not in front of White Crane.

Tang Yuehua quietly watched from the side, a proper smile on her face, though her mind was rapidly calculating something else.

That Blood Ginseng White Crane