(Second update)
The Clear Sky Sect's castle housed the sect's second generation, as well as its first-generation elders. The third- and fourth-generation disciples lived in stone houses built behind the castle.
"Our sect's conditions are limited. Please forgive the poor accommodations."
The moment the words left his mouth, Tang Xiao's old face could barely hold up, burning with embarrassment.
After all, the Clear Sky Sect's current destitution truly did not live up to its once-glorious name.
Especially before Tang Chen and Tang Hao, Tang Xiao did not know where to put his old face.
Yang Ming looked around. Each person had a room, all seemingly stamped from the same mold: a tiny sitting room of roughly seven square meters, a ten-square-meter bedroom, and a very small bathroom. They had all the basic necessities of life. This was the standard accommodation for the Clear Sky Sect's third-generation disciples.
As for the rooms for the first and second generations, they were already full. Tang Xiao had no way to free up rooms for Yang Ming and the others.
"Sect Master Tang, please rest assured. The rooms are fine. We're used to this."
Seeing this envoy, Yang Ming, personally offering him a way out, Tang Xiao felt rather grateful.
Tang Xiao turned and left. Since many sect disciples were still unconscious on the ground and much of the sect's operations had fallen into paralysis, he rolled up his sleeves and headed for the kitchen, intending to cook dinner himself for Yang Ming and the others.
While Tang Xiao was filled with fighting spirit, night was approaching. Though everyone was powerful, their energy had been somewhat worn down. Yang Ming took out the delicacies he had long ago commissioned from the Nethersea Ring.
The Sky-Blasting Gang was now packed with talent. Oscar felt that