"But, but..."
Tang Ya's face turned pale. Then the Tang Sect she had placed all her faith in... wasn't it nothing but a joke?
"And this Tang San spoke with such righteous conviction before he jumped off that cliff. He swore to heaven that he had never revealed a single scrap of the secret arts he stole to the outside world. He, Tang San, had never forgotten his roots-not before, nor ever afterward. Heh, heh, heh..."
A trace of mockery colored the woman's voice.
"Indeed, we knew nothing about this other world, so he could divulge them here as freely as he pleased."
"I, I... I'm sorry, Senior." Tang Ya looked at the thick stack of pages of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in her hands. The irony could not have been sharper. She lowered her head and spoke dejectedly.
Revive the Tang Sect?
What a laughable phrase.
The Tang Sect she was reviving was a "false Tang Sect" founded by Tang San after plagiarizing the achievements of the Tang Sect on the Original Continent!
"Heh, little girl, none of this is your fault," the woman gently consoled her. "I merely despise Tang San's character. A common thief actually became the founding patriarch of our Tang Sect? It truly makes my blood boil."
"Besides... none of these methods you've been practicing are the true arts of our Tang Sect."
"What did you say? There's something wrong with this Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record? That can't be. My Tang family has guarded it for generations, and we have several backup copies. There couldn't have been a mistake," Tang Ya said in shock.
"Heh, of course there's no mistake in what he passed down. But whether these are the arts he actually mastered is another matter..." The woman's voice grew increasingly mocking.
"According