"Isn't that just dropping out of school?"
Yu Luomian waved his hand indifferently, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
"Just try to persuade her to go back."
"Anyway, it's not the first time she has dropped out of school. What's the fuss about?"
"This time is different, sir." The old lady stamped her feet anxiously, and her voice rose a little higher, "Miss ran away from home directly this time, leaving only a letter."
"She told us not to let us go find her. She found a job for herself and won't come back."
"Running away from home? Isn't this nonsense!"
Yu Luomian became furious when he heard this and jumped up from his chair, but he quickly reacted.
"Wrong--!"
"How could she, a big girl, run away from home?"
"And found yourself a job?"
"Could she have run away with someone, right...?"
As he thought about this, Yu Luomian's face became darker and darker.
"Damn it! I must have raised her outside and neglected to teach her, and someone abducted her!"
"Pa--!"
Yu Luomian clapped his hands hard and shouted to the old Ji who was still in a daze:
"Why are you still standing there?"
"Hurry up and send out your manpower to find people!"
"Yes yes yes!"
Lao Ji was so yelled that she trembled all over, responded quickly, turned around and ran out. Her steps were surprisingly fast, and she almost tripped over the threshold when she went out.
Afternoon, Spirit Hall.
There are no clouds in the sky.
The eaves and treetops in the distance glowed faintly in the sunlight, and the streets were busy with pedestrians coming and going.
The news that Zhao Linchuan is going to settle in the Worship Hall this time has been publicized by Qian Xunji and everyone knows about it. The streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants are talking about it everywhere.
Wonder, envy, jealousy, disdain, all kinds of voices intertwined together, like a pot of boiling porridge.
Clear Sky Sect station.
Tang Hao was standing in the middle of the main room, with his arms folded, a trace of disdain hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said in a loud and disdainful voice:
"Oh, can Zhao Linchuan and Soul Saint become Spirit Hall's offerings?"
"In my opinion, this Spirit Hall should also die."
"Then what happened when you were bullied by a Soul Saint to the point where you didn't even dare to express your anger?"
A mocking voice came from the side, Tang Lie was sitting on a chair nearby, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and said without mercy.
He is the seventh brother of Tang Zhen and the seventh elder of the Clear Sky Sect.
However, although he and Tang Zhen are brothers, they have never dealt with each other very much, especially on the issue of resource allocation. They have long-standing grievances.
"Uncle Seven!"
Tang Hao put down his arms, turned around, stared straight at Tang Lie, raised his voice a bit, and said with some annoyance:
"What do you mean?"
"Are you blaming me?"
"Hmph! What do I mean? You have the nerve to ask?"
Tang Lie put down the tea cup, and the bottom of the cup made a soft sound on the table.
He raised his head and met Tang Hao's gaze, his tone was contemptuous and sharp, like a knife stabbing straight through.
"You and your eldest brother Tang Xiao have taken up the most precious resources in the sect."
"The inheritance Soul Bone left by my father has been fused by you and my eldest brother."
"But what's the result?"
"Not only did you fail to give me Clear Sky Sect a break, you actually made me Clear Sky Sect the laughing stock of the world!"
"Do you know what the untouchables outside now call us Clear Sky Sect?"
He stretched out his hand and nodded at Tang Hao, and answered to himself:
"They say we are a dough sect! A bread sect!"
"It is said that our reputation was just blown out of proportion. It was purely due to good luck that we got the title of the best sect in the world!"
"If Upper Three Sects is re-elected, then our Clear Sky Sect will be eliminated first!"
Everything Tang Lie said is true, every word is like a hammer hitting Tang Hao's heart.
And not only that, even their father, Tang Zhen, is integrated with several pieces of high-quality heritage Soul Bone.
It can be said that the most precious resources in the entire Clear Sky Sect are all monopolized by the Tang Zhen lineage.
If you monopolize resources and can develop Clear Sky Sect better, then forget it.
But what's the result?
What has Clear Sky Sect been developed into now?
Tang Lie How can you not be angry?
Of course, this is not the main reason.
The main reason is that he originally wanted to apply for a Soul Bone for his son, but was rejected by Tang Zhen on the grounds that "his son is not talented enough".
From that day on, this thorn has been pierced into Tang Lie's heart, and it has been pierced ever since, getting deeper and deeper.
"I..."
Tang Hao was speechless by Tang Lie. His lips moved a few times and he let out a dry "uh" in his throat, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.
I can't help it, what they said is the truth, harsh, but true.
"Well, it's not Hao'er's fault for this." Tang Zhen said with a somewhat uneasy expression.
He sat on the main seat and tapped his fingers on the armrest twice, his tone somewhat excusing his son.
"After all, that Zhao Linchuan is already Soul Saint, and it is Soul Master that owns Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. It cannot be judged by common sense."
"Besides, after all, Hao'er hasn't really shown Clear Sky Hammer's strength yet."
"Otherwise, what about Qian Daoliu, who is known as the first person under the gods?"
"Aren't you defeated by father's hammer?"
"That's right!"
Tang Hao seemed to have regained his confidence, his back suddenly straightened, his chin raised, and the light in his eyes lit up again.
He clenched his fists and said loudly with some excitement:
"When I am promoted to Titled Douluo in the future and can use the secret method of Ring Detonation, I can bring out the ultimate secret of Clear Sky Hammer!"
"At that time, I will challenge that Zhao Linchuan and regain the face I lost!"
As he spoke, Tang Hao's tone became serious. He turned his gaze to his father and asked tentatively:
"It's just... father, with the Clear Sky Sect's current strength, can he hunt down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and give it to his child as the eighth or ninth Soul Ring?"
"You still want Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
Tang Lie retorted nonchalantly, his tone full of mockery of "you deserve it".
He crossed his legs, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and continued without raising his eyelids:
"I'll be thankful if you don't lose the supreme secret of my Clear Sky Sect."
"I'm still thinking about Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."
"Difficult."
Tang Zhen did not pay attention to Tang Lie, but answered alone:
"Although Sword Douluo has joined us Clear Sky Sect, if it's just me and him, it would be easy to injure one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."
"But if I want to keep it and let you kill it, that would be a bit of a fool's errand."
He sighed, his tone a little more helpless.
"Unless your grandpa comes back, otherwise..."
As he spoke, Tang Zhen suddenly thought of something, the light in his eyes flashed slightly, his fingers paused on the armrest, and there was a hint of change in his tone.
"Actually, it's not impossible."