Strength Clan, Tang Sect's First Hall

Xue Ye had no time to spare.

At dawn, Tang San, Yuan Yu, and Ning Rongrong left the palace. Dugu Bo stayed by Xue Ye's side, while Xue Xing kept watch on the Eastern Palace. Until they had the complete antidote, Xue Xing did not dare press Xue Qinghe too hard.

The Strength Clan's estate stood in the south of Heaven Dou City and occupied an entire street. As the vermilion gates opened, Tai Long spotted Tang San outside.

"Young Master?"

Five years had passed, and Tai Long had grown broader than the stone lions beside the gate. Delight lit his face, but when he saw Yuan Yu's Worship Hall robe, his expression changed.

"Why is he here?"

Yuan Yu raised a hand in greeting. "I came with your Young Master to mooch a meal."

"My family isn't serving anyone from Spirit Hall today."

"Then I'll eat at the gate."

Tang San cut off their bickering. "Tai Long, is Senior Tai Tan here? We urgently need to see Senior Yang Wudi."

Tai Long immediately led them inside.

Tai Tan was watching his clansmen forge in the rear courtyard. When he heard Tang San had returned, he set down his hammer and strode toward the hall. Tang San's blue hair and appearance had changed, but Tai Tan could still sense the Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang San raised his right hand, and a small black hammer appeared in his palm.

Tai Tan's eyes reddened at once. He started to kneel, but Tang San caught his arm first.

"Senior, I've come today as Tang San, and on behalf of the Tang Sect I plan to establish. You needn't observe Clear Sky Sect formalities with me."

"Is Master still alive?" Tai Tan's voice trembled.

"My father is alive. He's caring for my mother."

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