At Tang San's conditions, the room fell silent for a moment.
"Swear on our martial souls?"
Dai Mubai frowned.
On the Douluo Continent, any Soul Master with a functioning brain knew that their martial soul was their lifeblood.
An ordinary oath might be nothing more than a spoken promise, but once martial souls were involved, no one dared break it lightly.
Breaking such an oath could damage one's martial soul at best or shatter it at worst, leaving them unable to cultivate for the rest of their life.
Tang San was in no hurry. His voice was low and measured. "That's right."
"The Mysterious Heaven Skill isn't an ordinary meditation method."
"It concerns the Tang Sect's future legacy and is the foundation upon which I'll build the sect. I can't risk it being leaked."
Oscar scratched his head and blinked, unable to resist pointing something out. "Wait... San, this Tang Sect you're talking about hasn't even been founded yet, has it?"
"What would we have to do after joining?"
Tang San turned to look at him.
"Oscar, once the Tang Sect is founded, you'll be its first elders."
"I, Tang San, swear to heaven that as long as you don't betray the sect, the Tang Sect won't mistreat you. The wealth, glory, and cultivation resources awaiting you will far exceed anything you can imagine."
The pie he painted was big and round, with sesame seeds sprinkled on top for good measure.
Oscar's heart skipped a beat.
Dai Mubai also swiftly weighed the pros and cons.
Joining a future sect didn't seem to cost him anything.
Remembering the effects Tang San had described for the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Dai Mubai fell silent for a moment.
He thought of the Star Luo Empire's brutal struggle for the throne and his elder brother