Unruffled

Everyone present had heard more or less about what had happened back then.

Today, the Clear Sky Sect had come to claim the Spirit Bones in the name of bloodline and inheritance. Yet Zhou Qiubai's words reminded everyone that the Clear Sky Sect itself had long since crossed that name off its rolls.

In other words, those Spirit Bones had never borne the Tang name.

She Long immediately took up the point. "City Lord Zhou is right. You all heard it: Tang Hao was expelled from the Clear Sky Sect. Those two Spirit Bones left the sect with him, so they belonged to him personally. Now that he's dead, whoever possesses the Spirit Bones owns them. For the Clear Sky Sect to suddenly come out and claim they're theirs, aren't they being far too shameless?"

"That's right." Yue Guan leaned lazily against the window, as though he had heard an exceptionally amusing joke. "Where were you when Tang Hao died? Now that the bones are on the auction block, you're all rushing here faster than anyone. What do someone else's possessions have to do with you?"

"You!" Tang Lie's eyes nearly split with rage.

In over eighty years of life, he had never wanted so badly to rush forward and smash those two faces to pieces. But Tang Qingqing restrained him again.

"The auction isn't over yet." Tang Qingqing's voice rolled from his throat, heavy with suppressed fury. "Who gets the last laugh is still uncertain."

Zhou Qiubai lightly clapped a few times by the window, said nothing further, and leaned back in his chair once more.

"Hehe, I'm just afraid the Clear Sky Sect won't have that much money when the time comes." Yue Guan gave an effeminate smile. "But if Elder Tang truly wants them, that's not impossible.