Tang Yan laughed.
Having Fang Xuan manage Reach the Summit was his good fortune. Old Fang had a very clear understanding of Reach the Summit's position in the Northern Spirit Realm, and every decision he made suited its development.
"Your ideas are excellent. You have my support!" As though afraid the two could not feel his resolve, Tang Yan added, "Reach the Summit is nowhere near the point of merely holding on to what we have. Sooner or later, we'll fight Medicine Valley. We need to strengthen ourselves as quickly as possible to avoid being slain in the cradle by them.
"Besides, I'll be going to the Spirit Wilderness Realm later to settle some scores. I'll need strong backing.
"Going forward, whether they're brothers who followed us from Tingxiang or people recruited in the Northern Spirit Realm, as long as their innate aptitude shows potential, pour extra resources into cultivating them.
"Let's build a Tiger-Wolf Army of our own in the shortest time possible!"
"Good!" With Tang Yan's support, Fang Xuan and Du Shu nodded firmly.
"Brother Yan, what scores do you have to settle in the Spirit Wilderness Realm?" Fang Xuan asked curiously.
"My parents are in the Spirit Wasteland. Although I have no memories of them, my grandfather was there as I grew up.
"His greatest wish in life is for the family to reunite. Since there's a chance, whether mountains of blades or seas of fire lie ahead, as his son and grandson, I have to try!" Tang Yan's gaze was resolute. He seemed to be speaking to his close brothers, yet also soothing the wisp of his predecessor's lingering soul.
Fang Xuan and Du Shu froze at his words. Like them, Tang Yan had come from a small place in the Fragrance-Hearing Kingdom.
His origins were