However, Tang Xiao, who vividly remembered what had happened that year and had been one of those who made the promise, soon spoke up.
"Your Highness, the Holy Son, as far as I know, my second brother... Tang Hao, whether or not he truly committed the boundless sins rumored of him and became a Fallen Soul Master, seems never to have laid a hand on any members of your Hall, has he?"
As he spoke, Tang Xiao's expression faintly turned complicated, as did Tang Yuehua's, who stood not far behind him.
According to the information released by Martial Soul Hall, although Tang Hao had slaughtered ordinary people on a large scale, he had always avoided attacking anyone from Martial Soul Hall. This inevitably planted a lingering doubt in the hearts of the siblings, who believed more than anyone that Tang Hao would never do such a thing.
After all, it was simply too reasonable—and too believable—that Tang Hao would avoid causing trouble for the Clear Sky Sect while killing people across the continent...
"And the promise His Holiness the Pope, who was still the Saintess at the time, forced me to make before everyone was supposedly that the Clear Sky Sect would accept punishment only if Tang Hao attacked members of Martial Soul Hall."
"No, no, no."
At this, Wang Zhao shook his head repeatedly.
"Looks like even the Clear Sky Sect's Sect Master doesn't have much of a brain. In that case..."
Wang Zhao paused, then suddenly stretched out a hand and surged Soul Power through it, drawing over a one-armed Clear Sky Sect disciple from the ground and lifting him by the collar.
"This fellow who lost an arm should have been punished by Martial Soul Hall back then, right? He must remember what happened far more clearly