"Great-grandfather, I'm sorry."
"Child, don't blame yourself. I lost my memories for so many years and became the Slaughter King, killing countless people. Death is what I deserve. You did nothing wrong; instead, you helped free me."
Tang San immediately felt a little better, but he was still filled with deep guilt.
Tang Chen reached into his robes and took out a small golden hammer, with two gemstones embedded in it.
"Child, this is the token of the Clear Sky Sect's First Elder. With it, everyone in the Clear Sky Sect will obey your command. You have the authority to depose the sect master and decide the sect's major affairs. Your talent is so extraordinary; you are the pride of our Clear Sky Sect. I entrust the Clear Sky Sect to you."
"Rest assured, Great-grandfather. I will definitely carry the Clear Sky Sect forward." Tang San solemnly accepted the golden hammer.
When Tang Chen saw Tang San put away the token, the smile on his face grew even warmer.
His gaze suddenly became incomparably deep and distant, as though he saw the beautiful woman waiting bitterly on that faraway island.
"Bo Saixi, you and I were fated to meet in this life, but not fated to be together. The love I owe you can only be repaid in the next life."
Tang Chen's arm fell limp, his eyes closed, and the breath of life left him.
A legend of his generation, the Title Douluo known as the strongest on land, had died at the hands of his own great-grandson.
Dai Mubai and the others stood there, their expressions extremely complicated.
They had never expected events to take such a dramatic turn, catching every one of them off guard.
At the same time, they understood Tang San's pain all too well.