"U-Uncle Hao, you came back?"
"Have you changed your mind?"
Just then, a voice came from behind them.
It sounded a little excited, yet a little timid.
Tang Hao, Tang Chen, and Tang San turned almost simultaneously.
A burly figure with disheveled hair and a filthy face stood behind them.
"Ancestor, Xiao San, don't be alarmed. This is Tang Hu, one of our Clear Sky Sect's survivors."
Tang Hao recognized him and hurriedly explained to Tang Chen and Tang San.
"Tang Hu, a Clear Sky Sect disciple?"
Tang Chen frowned slightly.
A single glance told him the other man's cultivation: merely a Soul King.
Involuntarily, Tang Chen felt even more distressed.
Just how weak had the former greatest sect under heaven become?
It truly was enough to drive one to despair.
"Uncle Hao, who are they?"
Tang Hu had keenly noticed how Tang Hao addressed the elderly man.
Had he called him... Ancestor?
"Tang Hu, this is our sect's Revival Ancestor, Ancestor Tang Chen. Hurry up and pay your respects."
Who?
The Revival Ancestor, Tang Chen?
Shock flashed across Tang Hu's face, and his mind went blank.
"No, that's impossible. I must have wanted the sect to rise again too badly. It's fake. All of this is fake. You're all hallucinations, aren't you?"
After his initial shock, Tang Hu gave a bitter smile.
He questioned them.
It was nothing else-anyone else might have been believable, but now even the ancestor who had disappeared for so many years had turned up. Something about this was wrong.
"Hmph, brat, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Tang Chen snorted coldly.
At the same time, a wave of Soul Power pressure descended on Tang Hu with that snort.
Thud.
Tang Hu offered no resistance whatsoever and instantly fell to his knees.
There was no helping