It was as if someone had pressed a knife freshly taken from an ice cellar against the backs of their necks. The blade lay against their skin, and they had no idea when it might cut down.
The lead disciple instinctively placed a hand on the hilt at his waist. He did not intend to fight; his body was simply reacting defensively on instinct.
Seeing this, Zhao Wu hurriedly stepped forward and lowered his voice. "This is Tang San, Lord Tang Hao's son. I just brought him back. Don't make a fuss."
The four disciples exchanged looks. Lord Tang Hao's son. No wonder.
Ever since Tang Hao had returned to the Clear Sky Sect, rumors about his son who had been stranded outside had never stopped.
Some said the boy possessed extraordinary talent and Twin Martial Souls, a once-in-a-century genius. Others said Tang Hao had thrown him into an incredibly dangerous trial ground, and whether he could emerge alive was still unknown.
A few days ago, Tang Hao had personally ordered Zhao Wu to fetch someone. Once the news spread, everyone in the stronghold knew—Tang San was coming.
Now that he stood before them, he was indeed somewhat different from the rumors. It was not a matter of talent, but that aura.
The lead disciple slowly removed his hand from the hilt and stepped aside to clear a path.
His movements were somewhat stiff, as though he were struggling not to retreat.
"Please," he said.
Zhao Wu led Tang San through the gates and into the front courtyard.
The front courtyard was spacious. It had originally been where the city lord drilled his private soldiers, but the Clear Sky Sect had turned it into a temporary training ground.
Several young disciples were sparring in the yard. The sounds of fists