Yu Xiaogang stared at Tang San, who looked half-mad. His clouded eyes were full of worry and fear.
He reached out with the only hand he could still move, trying to grab Tang San, and cried in a trembling voice:
"Xiao San! Xiao San! Calm down! This has to be fake! It's a Spirit Hall plot! Don't believe it!"
But Tang San could no longer hear a word.
His head rang. Every word of the letter had burned itself deep into his soul.
"The Clear Sky Sect... was razed to the ground three days ago by Lin Ye, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, acting alone... Sect Master Tang Xiao and all seven elders died in battle... Not one of the sect's thousands of members survived..."
Not one survived!
Razed to the ground!
Those few words crushed the last shred of hope in Tang San's heart.
"No... no... no!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. He could not accept it!
That was the Clear Sky Sect!
Once the greatest sect in the world, his father's sect! His last hope!
How could it... how could it be gone?!
Razed to the ground by one man?!
"Pfft!"
Blood burst from Tang San's mouth and splattered across the torn letter on the ground, staining its horrifying words an even deeper red.
He swayed as the world spun around him.
"Lin... Ye..."
Tang San forced the two syllables through clenched teeth, each one brimming with boundless hatred and despair.
He remembered the sight of his father's brutal death and the wretched state his teacher had been left in...
Now even his last roots, his last hope, had been torn out by that man in the cruelest, most ruthless way possible!
Why?
Why had this happened?!
*I, Tang San, have Twin Martial Souls and memories of