Returning to the Ancestral Clan

Tang Yuehua and Tang San both understood this, but since they had already returned to the Clear Sky Sect, they had to let Tang San return to his ancestral clan.

"Big Brother..."

"Enough. I know what you want to say. I also want Little San to return to the ancestral clan, but the Clear Sky Sect isn't mine alone to decide for."

"Uncle, no matter what, I have to return to the Clear Sky Sect. It was Father's dying wish."

"Mm, Little San, then you'll have to face pressure from the other Clear Sky Sect elders. Even I can't easily speak up to help you."

"Uncle, I understand."

"Good. I'll make the arrangements. Tomorrow, we'll hold the ceremony for your return to the ancestral clan."

"Thank you, Uncle."

While Tang San considered how to deal with the Clear Sky Sect elders' attempts to make things difficult for him tomorrow, Lan Yu had already investigated the area around the Clear Sky Sect thoroughly.

He came to a conclusion: this really was a perfect burial ground.

As long as the road was cut off, anyone who could not fly would have no escape, even with wings.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed, and Tang Xiao gathered the Clear Sky Sect disciples.

Just before the ceremony for returning to the ancestral clan began, the five surviving elders of the Clear Sky Sect finally appeared.

"These five old men are all Titled Douluo? The Clear Sky Sect has hidden itself deeply indeed."

Ning Rongrong could not help being surprised.

"They only broke through in the last few years. That's actually rather strange. If they had the potential to become Titled Douluo, they should have broken through long ago. They shouldn't have been delayed until now."

If they originally lacked the potential