The next day, as the rooster heralded dawn and before the sun had fully risen, Old Master Tang got up early and stood outside the main gates.
This was already the seventh day Old Master Tang had done so.
It was late autumn, approaching early winter. Even Old Master Tang, who had already reached profound tier ninth grade, wore a padded robe.
Time slipped away bit by bit. Dew gathered on Old Master Tang's hair and eyebrows, but he had no mind to wipe it off. His expression only grew more anxious.
Today was the day Cloud City selected its entrants for the Eastern Region Tournament, yet his grandson still had not returned.
It was not that he worried Tang Yan would miss the competition. Rather, according to their original agreement, the boy should have returned by now. It had been two whole months without so much as a word. Had something happened to him?
For a moment, Old Master Tang felt some regret. He should never have agreed to Tang Yan's request so hastily.
Between nine and eleven that morning, Uncle Mo came out of the courtyard and said softly, "Master, the young master has already reached yellow tier seventh grade. Second tier spirit beasts pose little threat to him. Even if he can't beat them, he can still escape. Besides, the young master said his master would protect him from the shadows. He'll definitely return."
"Ah, it's been two whole months!" Before Uncle Mo, his longtime companion, Old Master Tang did not conceal his worry.
"Perhaps the young master lost track of time. If he still hasn't returned tomorrow, we'll send all our elite forces to Cangyun Mountain to look for him," Uncle Mo suggested from beside him.
"That's all we can do!" Old Master Tang nodded, glanced