"Why don't we meet them?"
Xu Qingjia suggested.
He wasn't worried that letting Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger learn about his origins would diminish their reverence for him. Everything about those two men and that tiger lay firmly in his grasp. With a single thought, he could take back everything he had bestowed upon them. The Book of Life and Death also reflected their entire lives at all times. The intimidation born of mystery would eventually fade with time. Only his own absolute strength could grant him everlasting authority.
"Actually, in a certain sense, those two men and that tiger have quite a connection with our family."
"What do you mean?" Xu Ye asked, puzzled.
Xu Qingjia said, "We're enemies of Sea God Tang San, aren't we?"
"Of course." Xu Ye's gaze abruptly turned cold, a trace of deep-seated hatred flashing in his eyes. Because of a single remark Tang San had made back then, the Sun Moon Empire had endured a century of humiliation. They had even been forced to abandon the name of their nation, passed down from their ancestors. The hatred born of such humiliation had long since seeped into their bones.
"So are those three," Xu Qingjia said. "Those two men are Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who served Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's last Pope, twenty thousand years ago. Both died at Tang San's hands. That Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was killed by Tang San too."
What a remarkable connection. An enemy's enemy might not necessarily be a friend, but at least when it came to their "antipathy" toward Tang San, they stood united against a common foe.
"In that case, let's meet them," Elder Shen said. Although Qingjia had described these beings as being under his control, they