As the master of the Tang Sect, one was merely a three-ringed Soul Elder, while the other was only a two-ringed Grand Soul Master. For such a small sect to have survived until now—and to still possess such extensive property in Heaven Dou City—was likely due to the lingering protection of the Tang Sect's former glory.
Otherwise, with the Tang Sect master's meager strength, they would probably have been wiped out dozens, if not hundreds, of times already.
"I say, Tang Cheng, you agreed to hand your Tang Sect's Apothecary Hall over to our Ironblood Sect. What, the deadline's here and you're thinking of defaulting?"
When the middle-aged man from the Ironblood Sect saw the Tang Sect's gates open, he curled his lips into a cruel smile. "With such a grand name as the Tang Sect, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
At those words, a bitter curve appeared at the corner of Tang Cheng's lips.
He patted his wife's hand beside him and slowly stepped forward, his voice remarkably calm. "According to the wager, the Apothecary Hall does indeed belong to you. But... unfortunately, the Tang Sect's Apothecary Hall disbanded three days ago. Even as sect master, there was nothing I could do to stop it."
"Disbanded?"
The middle-aged man's voice rose sharply, his gaze turning somewhat sinister. "The wager was clear from the beginning. Each side was to send five disciples to fight, and if your Tang Sect lost, you would cede the Apothecary Hall to us. Now you can't even gather five disciples and voluntarily forfeited the match, so you should fulfill the agreement. And now you're telling me your Apothecary Hall disbanded three days ago?"
With that, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and gave his order. "Go in and search! If the Apothecary