Ning Fengzhi, standing nearby, naturally saw right through Yu Xiaogang's little schemes.
If Tang San won the tournament, Yu Xiaogang, as his teacher, would bask in his reflected glory and wash away his reputation as "trash."
How could Yu Xiaogang possibly let Tang San give up such a golden opportunity?
A trace of disgust flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.
Xue Qinghe spoke up at just the right moment, his tone earnest. "Rest assured, Sect Master Tang. The Heaven Dou Empire will do everything in its power to keep Tang San safe during the tournament. We will never allow this to happen again."
Naturally, Xue Qinghe had his own calculations.
Keeping Tang San at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy would let him monitor the Clear Sky Sect's movements at any time.
Having him travel to Spirit City to compete would suit him even better.
If Tang Xiao and Tang Hao dared to show their faces in Spirit City, it would be the perfect chance to catch the Clear Sky Sect's people in one net.
Everyone's gaze settled on Tang San, waiting for his answer.
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's face, which was written all over with urgency, then turned to Tang Xiao and Tang Hao and said slowly, "Uncle, Dad, I promised Teacher I would win the Soul Master Tournament. I don't want to give up."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang suppressed his wild delight and put on a touched expression.
Seeing how firmly Tang San spoke, Tang Xiao sighed, his voice carrying an elder's helpless affection. "Since you've decided, go ahead. Sect Master Ning and I will do everything we can to protect you. Reopening the sect can wait until you've finished the tournament."
Tang San looked up at him and nodded solemnly. "Thank