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"Clan Master." Tai Tan stopped before him, lowering his voice. "Word has come from Heaven Dou City. Someone has put two Spirit Bones up for auction."

"Spirit Bones?" Tang San frowned. "Isn't auctioning Spirit Bones a common occurrence? A few years ago, Zhou Qiubai auctioned off a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. That wasn't anything unusual."

Tai Tan shook his head, his expression growing even stranger. "This time is different, Young Master. The message says both Spirit Bones are over fifty thousand years in quality, and both are complete. Someone has also claimed that these two Spirit Bones came from the Clear Sky Sect."

Tang San abruptly stopped walking.

Tai Tan swallowed and continued, "Someone also said these two Spirit Bones were stripped from Old Master Tang Hao's body."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, the silence so profound it made one's heart tremble.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

Since the battle in which Spirit Hall had encircled and hunted them, he had heard nothing of Tang Hao for nearly six years.

He had been waiting, and he had always believed his father was still alive.

Tang San knew how powerful his father was—one of the youngest and most promising Title Douluo on the entire continent—so he had never worried about his safety.

That was why Tang San had kept finding excuses for himself.

Tang Hao had to be protecting him in secret. He had to be dealing with something important. He had to have some unavoidable reason.

Yet when he heard this news, his first reaction was disbelief.

"Impossible." Tang San's voice was unnaturally calm, so calm that even he felt something was wrong. "My father is the Clear Sky Douluo, a level ninety-five Title Douluo. Who could kill him?"

Tai Tan opened his mouth slightly, wanting