"What the fuck does Tang San waking up have to do with me?!"
Er Ming froze at first, then realized it was the young man he had casually rescued before leaving Mingdu.
His expression immediately grew uglier.
His first thought had been of the one in the Divine Realm. This brat really had some nerve calling himself that. Why the fuck didn't he call himself Tang Hao instead?
Who knew what genius had given him that name.
"Get lost. Stop bothering us!" Er Ming snapped.
"No, Sect Master, he said, he said... he really is Tang San!" The Clear Sky Sect disciple looked terrified, so frightened that he could barely get his words out.
Er Ming's brow furrowed even deeper, and he raised his hand to slap him.
But Da Ming stopped him.
His expression was gentle. "Tell us in detail. What exactly happened?"
"Y-yes, it was like this..."
The Clear Sky Sect disciple took a deep breath and finally managed to stammer out the whole story.
It turned out that Tang San had not only revealed his Martial Souls, the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass, but also knew many of the Clear Sky Sect's secrets. Then, with a stern face, he had told them to fetch Da Ming and Er Ming because he wanted to question them personally. In short, he had left them utterly dumbfounded.
So the disciple had come. After all... what if it was true?
"He even knows about the Rear Altar?" Da Ming's pupils contracted, and he exchanged a glance with Er Ming.
It was the artifact the Clear Sky Sect used to contact Tang San in the Divine Realm, something Tang San had left behind when he departed all those years ago. Even now, the people in the entire Clear Sky Sect