His grandson had been sent flying by a single punch from an eight-and-a-half-year-old child. If word got out, the Clear Sky Sect would never be able to hold its head high in the Soul Master World again.
Tang Chen could almost see Qian Daoliu laughing at him without end.
Damn it. His fists were itching.
"And Tang San," Jiang Lan added. His voice was still soft, but every word landed as precisely as a little knife. "He came into my room and stole things twice. The first time, he stole a copy of the Sunflower Manual. The second time, he stole a copy of the Nine Yang Manual. Luckily, both were handwritten copies, so he didn't get the originals."
Doro was a little puzzled. She remembered that the Nine Yang Manual hadn't been stolen.
"The Sunflower Manual?" Tang Chen frowned. "What sort of technique is that?"
"A very sinister one." Jiang Lan looked up at Tang Chen in earnest. "You have to castrate yourself before you can practice it."
Tang Chen's expression cracked for an instant.
"He stole it?"
"He did."
"Did he practice it?"
"As far as I know, not yet." Jiang Lan shook his head. "But after he took it back, his teacher seemed to take a liking to it. That Yu Xiaogang snatched the book and studied it for a long time."
Tang Chen closed his eyes and took three deep breaths.
After all those decades lost in Slaughter City, he thought this was probably the most absurd thing he had ever encountered.
An heir of the Clear Sky Sect had stolen a technique from an eight-year-old child—and it was a sinister technique that required castration.
"There's one more thing." Seeing that the moment was ripe, Jiang Lan delivered the final cut. "When Tang Hao stopped me,