If he remembered correctly, Yu Xiaogang had once been in a relationship with Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden.
Recalling those old rumors, Tang Hao's gaze deepened, and a spark stirred in the anger gradually buried in his heart.
It was nothing else, really. He had simply remembered how he and Ah Yin had planned to return to the Clear Sky Sect, meet his family, and lay everything out before the sect-only for that old bastard to come knocking.
If that fucker had come just a little later, none of that tragedy would have happened.
And if he remembered correctly, Grandmaster and Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden had once been as inseparable as glue and lacquer, only for their relationship to abruptly end, leaving them worlds apart. He did not know what had happened in between; such matters were hardly things people aired in public. Still, he could guess a thing or two.
Everyone on this Continent of Romance had love on the brain. Putting himself in their shoes, Tang Hao did not believe either of them had fallen out of love. After all, this was a world where, if love endured, even the boundaries between kingdoms, phyla, classes, and orders meant nothing. Once someone truly fell in love, no reason could tear them apart.
Add in his somewhat prejudiced impression of Qian Xunji and their personal grudge, and Tang Hao strongly suspected... no, he was absolutely certain that the old scoundrel had meddled and torn those lovebirds apart.
Considering what he knew of Qian Xunji's character, the bastard might even have done something to his own disciple. Perhaps he had been jealous that she had fallen for someone else, and jealousy had burned through him, anger rising in his heart and malice swelling in his guts, until his beastly nature ran wild.