Xu Cheng studied the two of them with interest.
Looking at the dumbfounded Tang San and the righteous-faced Tang Ya, he nearly laughed aloud. Fortunately, his spiritual power was vast enough that neither of them noticed even when it stirred.
But... Xu Cheng rubbed his chin.
The old Tang Ya would never have acted like this. What exactly had changed?
Perhaps this also had something to do with Tang Ya's recent transformation.
Xu Cheng folded his arms across his chest, his transparent soul looking down on the pair from above.
"You are the Tang Sect Leader, and I am the Tang Sect's Ancestor!" Tang San stared coldly at the disobedient Tang Ya, his eyes filled with disappointment. He could not understand why the Tang Sect's descendants ten thousand years later had all turned out like this.
"The Tang Sect's Ancestor who weakened every cultivation technique, terrified that future Tang Sect disciples might learn the real Tang Sect cultivation techniques? Or the Tang Sect Leader who stole cultivation techniques from another world, righteously declared that he would bury them in his heart, and then spread them far and wide across Douluo?"
Tang Ya showed not the slightest fear either.
"Tang San, you are nothing but a thief! What gives you the right to call yourself the Tang Sect's Ancestor?!!"
"You! (Holy shit!)"
Tang San and Xu Cheng spoke at the same time.
Xu Cheng was rather astonished. On this entire continent, he was probably the only one who knew about this, as someone who had transmigrated.
How had Tang Ya learned of it? He had never mentioned it.
Tang San, meanwhile, felt his pupils abruptly contract. He looked at Tang Ya in horror, his expression shifting darkly. "How did you find out about this?!"
Thoughts raced through his mind as