Seeking Out the Clear Sky Sect

As Tang Yuehua listened to Li Changqing describe the Strength Clan's grisly fate, her stomach churned. She retched several times and nearly threw up.

Pale-faced, she looked at Li Changqing. "Why are you telling me this?"

Li Changqing leaned in until their faces were almost touching.

"No particular reason. Lady Yuehua wouldn't want the Clear Sky Sect to end up like the Strength Clan, would she?"

Tang Yuehua clutched her chest in terror and backed away until she reached the wall. Fear and despair slowly spread across her face.

"The Clear Sky Sect hasn't provoked you, and my second brother was expelled from the sect long ago. What exactly are you getting at?!"

Li Changqing sat on the bed and smiled. "That's true. Tang Hao died by my hand long ago, too."

"But when I was hunting Tang San, the Clear Sky Douluo stopped me. I threatened him with the entire Clear Sky Sect, yet he still stood in my way, allowing Tang San to escape. I keep my word, so naturally I have to settle accounts with the Clear Sky Sect."

"Oh, and Tang San is the son of Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor."

Hearing that Li Changqing would not even spare a child, Tang Yuehua hated him all the more.

But she soon noticed something wrong.

Wasn't her second brother the Clear Sky Douluo? If, as Li Changqing said, her second brother was dead, who was this Clear Sky Douluo he had met?

Tang Yuehua's eyes widened. A possibility surfaced in her mind, and she asked in disbelief, "Who is the Clear Sky Douluo you're talking about?"

Li Changqing shrugged. "Who else? Tang Chen, of course—the man who raised the Clear Sky Sect to the position of the world's foremost sect."

"Grandfather!"

Tang Yuehua cried out