Somehow, the air in the hall seemed to solidify into substance, and even the Qingfeng passing by the window did not dare to break in easily.
A heavy silence pressed on everyone's heart, until Zhang Qingxuan suddenly moved.
He did not stand up, but slowly turned his head, his eyes like two cold lightnings, instantly locked onto Xiao Bai beside him.
Those eyes were too sharp, with an unquestionable determination.
"Xiao Bai!" Zhang Qingxuan's deep voice echoed in the empty hall.
"Go and inform Yingxue, as well as father and mother, to come to my Orange Grove at midnight tonight."
He tapped his fingertips on the table and said in a serious tone, "I have something important to say."
"Remember - avoid everyone's sight and come in secret."
"Also, you have to come too!"
"Shua--!"
Before Xiao Bai could make any reaction, Zhang Qingxuan's figure had already rushed out.
A breeze blew up from his sleeves, and he reached out and accurately grasped the soft flesh on the back of Victini's neck.
The little guy still had half a piece of Little Fruit Cookie stuffed in his mouth. He kicked his feet in the air and made a vague and sad protest. "Tini! Tiny!" (No, I can eat some more!)
However, Zhang Qingxuan seemed as if he had not heard of it. With a little tiptoe, the whole person merged into the deepening dusk like Gui Mei, leaving only a faint afterimage.
"Alas..." Xiao Bai looked at the instantly empty hall, shrugged helplessly, and sorted out the scattered food remnants on the table.
"Now that they're gone, it's time for me to clean up the mess."
He turned around and walked towards Li Yingxue's residence, walking slowly.
That little girl's mind is as sensitive as a thin piece of paper. If she is not comforted in time by the young master today, she is afraid that she will hide under the quilt and wet several pillows.
At the same time, there was a different scene inside the Clear Sky Sect.
Soul Power was agitated in the sect's martial arts arena.
As the test crystal ball bloomed with dazzling light, Tang Li looked at the two sons in front of him who had just completed the awakening ceremony, and his beard was so excited that his beard was trembling.
The elder brother Tang Xiao, Innate Soul Power is at level eight; the younger brother Tang Hao is as high as innate level nine!
What's even more rare is that both of them have awakened the inherited martial spirit of the Clear Sky Sect──Clear Sky Hammer.
The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul that appeared in the hands of both of them carried a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"
Tang Li said hello three times in a row, and slapped the two sons' shoulders with a big palm, so hard that the two children staggered.
"As expected of my Tang Li son! Your future is limitless!"
Above High Platform, the eyes of the sect master Tang Chen flashed, and his gaze finally fixed on the young Tang Hao.
He stroked his beard and smiled, with a loud voice. "This boy has good talent and a fairly calm mind. Please follow me in practice in the future."
Tang Li was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly pushed Tang Hao: "Why don't you thank grandpa quickly!"
Tang Hao knelt down and kowtowed, his voice clear but showing a hint of stubbornness. "Thank you, grandpa!"
Tang Chen smiled and reached out to touch the top of his head, then suddenly leaned over and asked, "My child, are you afraid of hardship?"
Tang Hao raised his face, his eyes burning with blazing flames that were inconsistent with his age. He shook his head vigorously. "Don't be afraid! I want to become stronger! I want to avenge my father!"
His little fists were clenched white and his joints were blue.
"I want to defeat that Zhang Qingxuan!"
Tang Xiao on the side also took a step forward and said solemnly, "I will also help my father get revenge!"
Tang Li stood there, staring blankly at his two sons, the burning heat in his heart Jiujiu not dissipating.
He suddenly remembered that a few years ago, the night he came back from a serious injury, he drank a few glasses of wine, casually rubbed Tang Hao's little head, and said, half jokingly and half self-deprecatingly. "Dad made a big mistake back then and had someone pin him down on the ground with a rope and rub him. It was so embarrassing."
The two of them were still young at that time and could only listen with blinking eyes.
He originally thought it was just a drunken complaint that the children would forget after hearing it, but unexpectedly, these two brats actually had this sentence engraved in their bones.
Today, two sons stand on Awakening Platform one behind the other. One said, "I want to avenge my father" and the other said, "I will also help my father."
The childish voice was like a hammer, hitting his chest again and again, making the tip of his nose sore.
Tang Li's eyes were slightly hot. He held his two sons' shoulders and said with pride, "You are indeed my good son! As a father, I have been waiting for that day to see you join forces and beat him to the ground!"
The depression in his heart that had been suppressed for several years was mostly dissipated by these two children's words at this moment.
After the two children left happily, only Tang Chen and Tang Li were left in the martial arts arena.
The festive atmosphere just now receded like a tide, and the usual dignity on Tang Chen's face reappeared, adding a bit of solemnity.
"Li'er, you stay." Tang Chen's voice became deeper.
"Tell me the whole story of your fight with Zhang Qingxuan, word for word."
Tang Li was startled, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, thinking that his father would finally take action, "Father, don't worry, although Zhang Qingxuan is a bit evil, if I Clear Sky Sect do my best..."
"I want to hear everything." Tang Chen interrupted him, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.
"From the moment you discover External Soul Bone until you fail to ask for it and are restrained by it, every detail must not be left out."
Tang Li Although he was confused, he did not dare to disobey. He now recounted the encounter a few years ago in detail.
He talked about how Zhang Qingxuan discovered External Soul Bone, and then the great elder and Li Yuntian demanded a "reasonable" request. Then the great elder fought with Li Yuntian, and he was hung up by Zhang Qingxuan's golden light rope. Finally, Zhang Qingxuan used him to threaten the great elder, and the two fled in confusion.
When the Self-Created Soul Skill move with glittering golden light and incomparable power was mentioned, Tang Chen's frown relaxed for a moment, almost imperceptibly.
[Fortunately, it's not that person.]
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and even a trace of cold sweat broke out on his back.
[If it is really Zhang Zhiwei, Clear Sky Sect may cease to exist in the future.]
Deep in his memory, the peerless prodigy he once met, Soul Power Level, was terrifyingly tall, surrounded by thunder, like a thunder god coming to the world.
Such power has nothing to do with the Zhang Qingxuan, Body Martial Soul and golden light Soul Skill in front of you.
They just have the same surname, how could they be the same person?
"Go down." Tang Chen waved his hand and his tone returned to its usual indifference.
"As for Zhang Qingxuan, ignore it for now. He belongs to the Spirit Hall now, and is protected by that old monster Qian Daoliu, so I can't take action."
Although Tang Li was unwilling to do so, he also knew the gap between the sect and Spirit Hall, so he had no choice but to bow down and retreat.
At night, Tang Chen sent Tang Hao away and returned to the room.
Tang Chen stood alone in front of the window, looking at the cold moon in the sky, murmuring in a low voice, so soft that only he could hear:
"Zhang Zhiwei... Where are you hiding?"
"As long as you are willing to come, I, Clear Sky Sect, will reserve the position of deputy sect leader for you at any time!"
Unfortunately, someone far away in Orange Grove knows nothing about this.
Even if he knew, he would probably just smile and sigh casually while stripping Victini of Ju Zi:
"When I go out, I give my identity to myself."
"What does the Zhang Zhiwei that you call Thunderous Might have to do with me who is taking the 'noumenon' route?"