The best way to make someone keep a secret for you was to get him involved too.
But thoughts were one thing; the necessary show still had to be made. Tang San stepped forward, patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder, and comforted him.
"It's okay, Fatty. You're different from them. They're obsessed with rapidly increasing their strength, and the limits on their future are already visible to the naked eye. But as long as you keep your footing steady, you'll definitely surpass them in less than twenty years."
"..."
Ma Hongjun shot Tang San a speechless glance. He felt so comforted that he very much wanted to thank Tang San's entire family.
Originally, if he had just gritted his teeth, he might have managed to dull the conflict in his heart. But now, after Tang San comforted him like this, he felt that his little bit of conviction would not last much longer.
"It's fine. I'll go help too. Your matter is more important."
Shaking his head, Ma Hongjun turned and chased after Worton's group. No matter what happened in the future, their goal of developing the Tang Sect was still the same, so aside from some cold looks, no real conflicts had broken out among them.
Tang San watched Ma Hongjun's departing figure, a trace of coldness surfacing in his eyes. He refused to believe that this fatty with such poor self-control could keep suppressing his desires forever.
With a cold laugh, Tang San used Ghost Shadow Flash beneath his feet and vanished from the encampment as well. He planned to go meet this so-called Niu Lei and see whether his defense was truly as airtight as Worton had described. Possessing many of the Tang Sect's ultimate arts, his specialty was seeing through an enemy's weaknesses.
In the Anti-Tang