"Found the Tang Sect together?"
Lou Gao froze for a moment, then his expression grew rather strange. He had a vague feeling that someone was leading him around like a fool.
Earlier, Tang San had said that joining the Tang Sect was no casual matter, that its rules were strict. Then he had just told him that he was the only person left in it.
And now he was talking about rebuilding the Tang Sect with him!
Lou Gao was already beginning to wonder whether the boy before him was making fun of him!
Tang San noticed the odd look on Lou Gao's face as well. He hurriedly explained, his tone sincere:
"Senior, I'm not making sport of you. The Tang Sect truly has disappeared, and I am its last disciple."
"But rest assured, Senior. All the Tang Sect's forging methods and hidden weapon blueprints are in my head!"
Tang San raised a hand and lightly tapped his temple before continuing:
"The construction of those hidden weapons, the secrets to forging them-they're all etched into my memory, without a single word missing."
"But I'm alone. Even with a belly full of skills, a lone tree cannot hold up the roof."
"Senior, you're a master smith. If you could join hands with me, the Tang Sect might yet regain its former glory!"
Lou Gao looked at Tang San. The suspicion on his face had not faded, but other feelings had joined it: shock and hesitation.
He lowered his head to look at the exquisitely crafted Peacock Plume in his hand, then looked at the youth before him, who possessed such extraordinary skills.
Seeing that Lou Gao was still somewhat hesitant, Tang San reached out and took the Peacock Plume from his hand.
His fingertips lightly worked the mechanism, his voice calm