When they heard Tang Changsheng call the police—or perhaps Fan Wan'er—they silently cursed him for having no guts.
They did not know what relationship Tang Changsheng had with Fan Wan'er. They had only heard rumors that, after returning home yesterday, Fan Wan'er had nearly smashed one of Emperor Mingde's favorite blue-and-white porcelain jars...
Once word got out, each of them had formed their own ideas and come looking for Tang Changsheng. They had never expected him to be such a coward that he would call on a woman to rescue him.
Yet beneath their contempt, unease stirred. If Tang Changsheng really called the police or brought Fan Wan'er here, their plans would be ruined...
Only one young man, slender as carved jade, stepped forward and said clearly, "Has Mr. Tang misunderstood something? We merely heard that you're a Grade A Esper. We have a few unusual abilities ourselves, so we hoped to learn a thing or two from you!"
In truth, Tang Changsheng was growing impatient. He wanted to give these irritating brats a thorough beating, so that they would fear him on sight and retreat three leagues whenever they saw him again.
But hearing that so many of them had unusual abilities left him stunned. Since when had such abilities become as common as cabbages? Or did they only sprout in clusters among the great lineages?
Then something occurred to Tang Changsheng, and he asked, "Purple Radiance lineages?"
The young people nodded proudly, one after another. "Purple Radiance Wu."
"Purple Radiance Feng!"
"Violet Light Gai Family."
"Purple Radiance..."
"Purple Radiance" referred to the Purple Radiance Tower. Back in the Eastern Han, Emperor Ming had ordered portraits of the twenty-eight meritorious officials who helped Emperor Guangwu restore Great Han to be painted in the Cloud Platform Pavilion of the Southern