"Tang Hao, calm down!"
"There should be at least three or four Titled Douluos in the sect. They'll be fine!"
Tang Hao forced himself to calm down and walked forward.
He reached the gap between two peaks and discovered that the chain the sect disciples used to cross had snapped.
But that posed no problem for a Titled Douluo like him.
He strode through the air.
Before long, Tang Hao arrived at the Clear Sky Sect's gates.
"How... could this have happened..."
Tears instantly filled Tang Hao's eyes as he surveyed the devastated Clear Sky Sect.
He remembered castles covering the landscape in the distance...
Now, however, there were only broken walls and ruins. He could barely find a single intact building.
He remembered that the spot where he stood should have been the gatehouse. A gilded plaque had hung above it, bearing three imposing characters: "Clear Sky Sect."
Now, only a few charred wooden posts remained, with wisps of smoke still rising from them and giving off an acrid smell.
"It's gone! The Clear Sky Sect is gone!"
"Can someone tell me what on earth happened?!"
Tang Hao stood bewildered and at a loss.
He truly had no idea what had happened.
"Tang Hao, you still have the nerve to come back!"
Just then, an elderly voice suddenly rang out behind Tang Hao.
Startled, Tang Hao hurriedly turned around.
An old man in black, looking somewhat down and out, was glaring at him furiously.
Tang Hao frowned.
The man felt both unfamiliar and familiar. Instinctively, a figure surfaced in his mind.
"Are you... the Seventh Elder?" he asked tentatively.
"Hmph."
The Seventh Elder snorted, then squeezed more words through gritted teeth. "Tang Hao, you sinner against the sect. To think you still have the nerve to return. How dare