They had been driven into this godforsaken place where even birds wouldn't shit, and he could still be so proud?
Tang San was utterly speechless at Tang Hao's attitude.
He did not even know what to say about Tang Hao anymore...
Blind optimism?
Overconfidence?
He truly could not understand it. The Clear Sky Sect had been beaten into a pack of homeless dogs. What was there left to be proud of?
Still, to be fair, the Clear Sky Sect was not entirely without merit.
"Xiao San, why have you gone quiet? What are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, Tang Hao noticed Tang San's tightly knitted brows.
"Dad, I was wondering, can't we use the Clear Sky Sect's strength to deal with Qin Xiao?"
Tang San looked up at Tang Hao as he asked.
Honestly, he did not feel the same strong sense of belonging to the Clear Sky Sect that Tang Hao did.
But he certainly coveted the Clear Sky Sect's strength.
Tang Hao had told him that his late uncle had said the Clear Sky Sect now had as many as five Titled Douluo elders.
If they could deploy that force, killing Qin Xiao should not be too difficult, right?
At least, that was what Tang San thought.
After hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao fell briefly silent.
"Dad, is it really that difficult?" Tang San asked again.
"Difficult doesn't begin to describe it. For me, it's simply impossible."
"You're a member of the Clear Sky Sect. When a disciple is in trouble, shouldn't the sect stand united against a common enemy?"
"But I'm also a sinner in the Clear Sky Sect's eyes," Tang Hao said bitterly. "Those elders probably hate me no less than Spirit Hall does. They might even hate me more..."
"If they truly wanted to stand