Invitation

The courtyard was not large, nor did it contain much. Aside from a few crude forges, there were scattered ores and unfinished hidden weapons.

The ores had been bought on credit, while the hidden weapons were meant for sale but had not yet found buyers. Now, none of that mattered.

Tang Yuehua came out of the main hall, walked to Tang San's side, and said softly, "Everything is more or less packed."

Tang San nodded silently, though his heart was full of helplessness.

"Leave before dawn. Take the north gate; there are fewer people there," Tang Yuehua continued. "Once your uncle and the elders have made contact, we'll decide on the next step."

"I understand," Tang San replied. He turned and looked at the courtyard he had lived in for less than three months, a complicated surge of emotion rising within him.

He had thought they could put down roots here, gradually establish themselves under the protection of the Clear Sky Sect and with Tang Sect's hidden weapons. Yet overnight, everything had vanished like smoke.

Four elders were dead, the Spirit Bone had not been recovered, Tang Sect had become a joke, and he still had to flee.

He suddenly remembered what Chen Xuan had said to him when he left the previous night: "Tonight's game isn't yours."

At the time, he had only felt chilled to the bone. Later, he realized there had been another meaning hidden in those words.

The current Tang San was not yet qualified to take part in this game.

Tang San ground his back teeth together, swung onto his horse, and said, "Move out."

There were not many carriages. Carrying Tang Sect's remaining possessions, they quietly left the bounds of Heaven Dou City and headed south.

Riding at the rear of the convoy, Tang