Tang San: I'm Going to Spirit City Too!

Inside the main hall, the Seventh Elder swept his gaze around, his voice sonorous and forceful.

"We may not fight, but that does not mean we fear Spirit Hall!"

"Now that the Blue Silver Emperor has been resurrected, she is family by blood to our Clear Sky Sect. She is currently stranded outside and trapped in hardship; she must be longing day and night for us to rescue her."

"We are not going there to beg for peace, but to reason with them!"

"If Spirit Hall knows what is good for them and releases her willingly, that would be for the best. If they refuse..." The Seventh Elder snorted coldly. "Then they will be the ones in the wrong. We can discuss our next steps when the time comes!"

"That's right! The Seventh Elder is right!"

"Even if there is only a one-in-a-thousand chance, we cannot abandon our family!"

The other elders all chimed in, each wearing an expression of righteous dignity, as though they had not been the ones whose faces had turned pale at the mention of "fifteen Title Douluo."

Tang San stood quietly to one side, his fingernails digging deep into his palms at his sides.

Disgusting.

Utterly disgusting.

This was the so-called number one sect in the world?

This was the home his father had longed for, the home he had insisted on returning to despite enduring endless humiliation?

Family, rescue, peace for the continent.

Beneath that splendid outer skin, all that flowed was the pus of greed!

They did not care whether his mother had truly been resurrected, nor did they care how much his father had suffered.

The only thing they cared about was the ownership of that "Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring" and "Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone"!

In their eyes, his mother