Xiao Bai babbled on, spinning nonsense, while Tang Yuehua nodded blankly.
"So that's how it is. Your Eminence Heavenly Net is an old friend of my father's," Tang Yuehua said in realization.
Xiao Bai nodded. "Xue Ye probably won't bother you again. What matters most now is the situation with Spirit Hall."
Tang Yuehua nodded, a solemn look appearing on her face.
Xiao Bai was right. Her greatest concern now was Tang San.
Tang San was only fifteen. He had watched his two younger sisters, his father, and his uncle die before his very eyes. How devastating must that have been?
What Tang Yuehua wanted most now was to bring Tang San to her side and let him experience his parents' loving affection again.
"Your Eminence Heavenly Net, could I trouble you to go and meet Tang San? I'm worried Spirit Hall might harm him!" Tang Yuehua asked Xiao Bai solemnly.
"Yes, of course. It's what I should do!" Xiao Bai nodded.
Who was Tang San?
He was the very object of faith for descendants of the Tang Sect like them!
Helping the object of his faith escape Spirit Hall's pursuit-just thinking about it was thrilling.
Xiao Bai declared to himself that he could brag about this to the other Tang Sect descendants for an entire year!
"Then I'm sorry for the trouble, Your Eminence," Tang Yuehua said.
"No need to be polite. I'll leave right away," Xiao Bai replied.
With that, Xiao Bai lingered no longer. He leaped onto the ridge of a nearby roof and vanished.
That night, a refreshing breeze rustled the leaves, casting uneven, swaying shadows across the ground beneath the moonlight.
A campfire blazed, with a wild chicken roasting above the flames, its aroma drifting in every direction.
Chirping insects occasionally sounded from the