Ten minutes later, two mangled corpses lay in the square before the Papal Palace, while the group of forty-eight men and women, young and old, was gone.
"Now, on to the second act. Bring up Tang Xuanwei, Tang Xiao, and the remnants of the Clear Sky Sect."
Bibi Dong's tone did not waver in the slightest. It remained as cold and merciless as ever.
The names Tang Xiao and the Clear Sky Sect struck Tang Hao deep.
Tang Hao had no idea how to face Tang Xiao. How was he supposed to explain the oath he had sworn back then to this older brother he had not seen in fifteen years?
Then there was the Clear Sky Sect, caught like fish in the moat when the city gates caught fire.
Because of him, the entire Clear Sky Sect had been razed to the ground. Its direct-line disciples had been all but wiped out, their stark white bones a horrifying sight.
Late at night, Tang Hao would sometimes jolt awake because of it.
In short, hearing his brother's name brought Tang Hao considerably back to his senses.
Even the last breath he had been about to surrender seemed to return somewhat.
Likewise, the name Tang Xuanwei struck Tang San deep.
As for the reason...
Those who knew, knew. No need to describe it further-warning: a trip to the little black room!
In any case, Tang Xuanwei's place in Tang San's heart was no less important than Xiao Wu's or Tang Hao's.
Under Tang San's and Tang Hao's eager gazes, a burly foot-picker, a haggard one-armed middle-aged man, and several decrepit old men gradually came into view.
Without exception, they all wore handcuffs and leg chains.
The moment they appeared, Tang Hao's gaze settled on the haggard, one-armed middle-aged man, his fierce