After hearing this, Xue Qinghe understood, though Tang San's decisiveness still shocked him somewhat.
"This Tang San really is..."
Someone who could strike at his own classmates and teachers without hesitation certainly had what it took to achieve great things. But people like that were often far too dangerous.
"Then, sir, do you know about this organization called the Tang Sect? The people I sent said that, to obtain the potion, they had to sign an agreement promising to join the Tang Sect after graduation."
Sunday naturally knew what the Tang Sect Qian Renxue mentioned was: the Bashu Tang Sect, a secluded sect specializing in hidden weapons.
But Sunday could not understand why Tang San was so eager to rebuild the Tang Sect.
In the original story, Tang San had established the Tang Sect too, but that had happened in the middle to later stages, after he had gained a certain degree of strength and influence.
Right now, Tang San was a lone wolf, and even his own team was mired in scheming and infighting. It really made no sense.
"I've heard of the Tang Sect, but not on the Douluo Continent. It was somewhere else. Supposedly, it's a sect renowned for hidden weapons and poison."
Hearing Sunday say this, Xue Qinghe rubbed his chin.
"Poison? Like Dugu Bo? Wait! Sir, you mean you heard about the Tang Sect in another world!"
At first, Xue Qinghe had thought little of it, assuming it was merely another force that played with poison, like Dugu Bo.
But the moment he heard Sunday mention another world, a terrifying possibility immediately occurred to him.
Of course! If Sunday could come from another world, why couldn't Tang San?
That would explain why Tang San was so abnormal, nothing at all like a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old