Some days earlier, Tai Tan had shut himself away to study a ruined, elongated block of iron.
He did not know where it had come from, only that a mysterious seller had commissioned him to repair it. Tai Tan had been intrigued by the metalwork and the various patterns on its surface.
He had spent time trying to reproduce it, eventually succeeding in creating a Soul Guidance Ray Cannon that could concentrate soul power.
Tai Tan had been stunned. To think such a soul tool existed! Its overall construction was simple, and its power was assured. It was simply the ideal choice for equipping an army.
Of course, there was a reason the Strength Clan had fared the best among the Four Great Clans: they knew where to draw the line.
Once Tai Tan had completed the commission, he had stopped digging any deeper.
After emerging from seclusion, Tai Tan had learned about Tang Hao and Tang San from Tai Long.
Now, he had hurried over and met Tang San.
Faced with a face so like his master's in his younger days, Tai Tan could not help shedding tears from his aged eyes.
He clasped his hands and dropped to one knee to pledge his loyalty.
"Senior Tai Tan, please, you mustn't!" Tang San hurried forward to help him up.
The man was enormous and astonishingly strong, and he was determined to remain on one knee.
It took Tang San considerable effort to steady him.
Tai Tan was surprised by Tang San's strength, and a thread of relief flowed through his heart. He stopped standing on ceremony and rose with Tang San's assistance.
Yet his posture remained humble, without a trace of an elder's imposing dignity.
"Senior Tai Tan, my father is doing all right now." Tang San got straight