Tang San wore elegant, ethereal robes. His face, already stunning after being reshaped by the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, looked even more beautiful in them. The patrons drinking inside stared openly.
He paused at the Tavern entrance and frowned.
He had assumed that Dai Mubai, as a prince of the Star Luo Empire, would frequent somewhere refined. Instead, the Tavern reeked of sweat and rang with noise.
When the men inside the Tavern saw Tang San looking in, they began drinking and boasting even louder, each hoping the "beauty" would spare him a glance.
Unfortunately, the "beauty" looked toward the hunched figure in the corner—the disgrace of the empire.
The men were disappointed. What terrible taste! What was so good about that disgrace? All he had was a pretty face.
Tang San walked over and sat across from Dai Mubai.
Hearing someone sit down, Dai Mubai raised his head.
His gaze lingered on Tang San's face. Admiration gave way to confusion, then shock.
"Xiao San... why are you here?"
Dai Mubai reeked of alcohol, his words slurred.
Tang San covered his nose and said patiently, "Dai Mubai, you can't go on like this. I came because I need you."
"You... need me?" Dai Mubai gave a bitter laugh. "What for? I can't even be a man anymore... Oh, sorry. I forgot you can't either."
Tang San's face darkened. "Dai Mubai, I'm serious! Don't forget that every one of us has a blood feud with Meng Chen! Don't you want revenge? I found out where Grandmaster, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar are. They're at Spirit Hall Academy. We're going to find them now."
"We haven't lost. There's still hope, so pull yourself together and fight to kill Meng Chen!"
Tang San wanted to slap Dai Mubai senseless, but he had to keep