Tang Hao, how could you have such bizarre thoughts? There's something wrong with you!
Tang Hao realized that his thoughts had strayed again.
But for some reason, he simply couldn't control himself.
Whenever he saw someone handsome with an extraordinary bearing, he would inexplicably start appraising their looks.
Hiss.
This was a little terrifying.
Fortunately, I only thought those things and never said them aloud. Nobody noticed anything strange about me. Otherwise, I could kiss my dignity goodbye.
Seeing that the atmosphere was heavy, with everyone poised to draw swords and nobody paying him any attention, Tang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, he reminded himself to be extremely careful in the future.
He absolutely couldn't let his inner thoughts show.
Otherwise, he would be finished.
"Tang Chen, long time no see. With no word of you all these years, I thought you had already perished."
Facing Tang Chen's fury, Qian Daoliu smiled unconcernedly.
Instead, he greeted him like an old friend.
"Perished? In your dreams! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."
"Qian Daoliu, do you know what I regret now? Before searching for a god's inheritance, I should have joined forces with the Upper Three Sects and countless Soul Master families to destroy Spirit Hall, that selfish, tyrannical tumor of the Soul Master world, and execute you!"
At this moment, Tang Chen's hatred for Qian Daoliu had him gritting his teeth. He wished he could tear out Qian Daoliu's tendons and strip off his skin right then.
Thinking back on those events, he was filled with regret. He had been too impulsive, neglecting his sect just to fulfill Bo Saixi's conditions.
If he had made proper arrangements, would the sect have escaped destruction?
Would Tang Hao's father, Xiao Er, and