At the mention of Wu Qingkong's name, Tang San felt as though lightning had struck him. His voice trembled.
"My father... Wu Qingkong killed him with his own hands."
"Senior, please kill that damned Wu Qingkong."
Tang Chen's expression darkened at the news.
Of all his descendants, Tang Hao was the one he had loved most. Upon returning to the Clear Sky Sect, his grandson had been the person he most wanted to see.
He had expected Tang Hao to be the sect's current leader. But he had searched the entire Clear Sky Sect without finding a trace of him. All he had found was Tang Xiao.
Tang Xiao had told him roughly what had happened back then. Hearing that Tang Hao had been forced to leave the sect and wander alone, his fate unknown, had made Tang Chen's heart tremble.
But at the time, his injuries had been too severe.
He had had no strength to involve himself. Now, just as he had finally recovered, he heard this terrible news. His white hair seemed to turn brittle in an instant, and he looked decades older...
"Hao, my grandson."
He pulled Tang San into an embrace and murmured,
"Child, my dear child, that makes me your great-grandfather."
"Your father was my own grandson. Don't worry, child. I'll avenge this wrong!"
"Damn Spirit Hall! You broke your promise and killed my grandson! Now you can await your destruction!"
An immense killing intent surged from Tang Chen, and the room turned several degrees colder.
Ice crystals formed across Tang San's bangs in the blink of an eye.
He could feel his great-grandfather's power. Tang Chen was even stronger than he had imagined.
Tang San's eyes grew hot.
"Great-grandfather, you must avenge my father! With you here, I know Spirit Hall can't stand