Several days later, three hundred li east of Heaven Dou City.
A fitted blue outfit, the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges belted around his waist, and a little white rabbit with a crystalline sheen cradled in his arms-this was Tang San's current appearance.
Tang San held a map and studied it closely. Had his aunt Tang Yuehua not given it to him, he would never have imagined that the Clear Sky Sect, the foremost sect in the Soul Master World, would be in a place so remote that even birds would not bother to shit there.
Before Tang San stood a village that looked little different from Holy Soul Village. Mountains surrounded it from behind, and wisps of cooking smoke rose behind its houses. Several children played at the village entrance, while quite a few people in the nearby fields were putting away their farming tools, apparently preparing to go home for lunch.
"This is the Clear Sky Sect? Could Aunt have made a mistake?"
Unfolding the Sheepskin Map in his hands, Tang San carefully checked it again. His brows furrowed as he murmured under his breath, disbelief written all over his face.
Had the Clear Sky Sect, once the greatest sect under heaven, truly fallen to this state? If so, could they really stand against Spirit Hall?
"Forget it. I'll go inside and have a look first. If things really don't work out, I'll just found a sect myself. What should I call it... the Tang Sect?"
Putting away the map, Tang San rubbed his chin and slowly walked into the unremarkable little mountain village before him. All the while, he was plotting how to bring the Tang Sect to prominence on the Douluo Continent.
Soon, Tang San reached the village entrance. Just as he was about to enter, however, several