The entire group continued onward.
After the assassination attempt, the atmosphere in the group had grown noticeably tense.
The teachers and students of the various academies had long since lost the leisurely mood they had set out with. Every face was grave, like birds startled by the twang of a bowstring.
They feared their attackers would wheel around and strike again!
After having their wounds treated, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang accepted Ning Fengzhi's invitation and boarded his carriage.
Besides Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, someone else was also in the carriage: Crown Prince Xue Beng.
He had not returned to his own carriage. Instead, he had found an excuse to stay here, clinging to Ning Fengzhi and refusing to leave.
After all, having a Titled Douluo beside him was more reassuring than those Five Hundred Royal Knights.
"Uncle Ning, Your Highness." Tang San bowed slightly.
Ning Fengzhi smiled. "Little San, Grandmaster, there's no need for formalities. Please, sit!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ning Fengzhi stopped beating around the bush and told them outright that Spirit Hall was behind this ambush.
In truth, even without him saying it, everyone already knew.
Across the entire continent, who besides Spirit Hall could mobilize so many high-ranking Soul Masters?
At those words, Yu Xiaogang remained silent, a flicker of heartache and helplessness crossing his eyes.
That woman... did she not know Tang San was his disciple?
Did their past affection truly count for nothing?
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and his voice sank. "Uncle Ning, did Spirit Hall attack me because of my father?"
"Not just that."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his gaze deep. "Besides their old grudge against your father, they probably also fear that a once-in-a-century talent with twin Martial Souls like you will fully mature