"I went out and risked my life, while you two seem to be in fine spirits."
Tang San's voice came from outside the door, and both patriarchs' faces filled with delight.
They swept a glance over Tang San and discovered that there were no traces on him left from an intense fight. In their hearts, their regard for Tang San rose another level. If what happened to Snow Sword before could still be described as him being caught completely off guard and suffering a sneak attack, then after Snow Sword was assassinated, the Hong family had already been warned. Under such tight defenses, Tang San had still been able to succeed with ease. That was utterly terrifying.
As for the possibility that Tang San had not completed the task of assassinating Hong Luan, neither of them considered it at all. No matter how they looked at him, he did not seem like someone who would go back on his word.
"Mr. Tang, you've worked hard. Please, have a seat."
Patriarch Liu immediately rose and welcomed Tang San to the seat of honor, then served him tea. However, he was in no hurry to ask about the Hong family's situation. The people they had planted had been keeping watch outside the Hong family's clan grounds the entire time, and the moment there was any disturbance, they would send the news back.
Tang San clearly understood this as well. Even if he told them the mission was complete, they would still wait for the spies they had planted to return and confirm the news. So after taking a shallow sip of tea, he simply began resting with his eyes closed.
Only an hour later, when a jumble of footsteps came from outside the Council Hall, did Tang San open his eyes again.