Da Ming's Reminder, Clown Tang Hao Was About to Awaken, Four Thousand Words

"Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School? Judging by this, are things over there also... also... also like this?" Da Ming hesitated, unable to finish.

He found the whole business of Old Ancestor prying open his coffin, coming back to life, running from the underworld back to the mortal world, and then helping the Undead Empire beat up his own descendants a little absurd.

It was not easy to describe in words. He truly could not find anything fitting.

Wang Dong answered with a cheerful smile, "Of course. Chao Guang said before that these hidden sects are all stubborn as hell, blindly worshiping the idea that the ancestors' laws cannot be changed. Since the ancestors' laws cannot be changed, then let the ancestors come up personally and change them. That made them behave at once."

"Who went to the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School? Do we know them?" Da Ming asked curiously as he read the treaty.

"We... probably know them?" Wang Dong was not entirely sure. "They said it was Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, plus three former Sect Masters of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School."

Er Ming's mouth gaped wide. "Chen Xin, Gu Rong!? Those two old bastards actually got this lucky! This is... holy shit!"

Da Ming glared at him unhappily. "In front of the children. Can you have some manners?"

"No, big brother!" Er Ming looked as if he were badly constipated. "If Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are both alive, then wouldn't the people from Spirit Hall back then also..."

Da Ming: "...Holy shit!"

Great. This time, the brothers had both lost their manners.

Pot calling the kettle black.

Qiu'er could not hold it in for a moment and buried herself in Wang Dong's arms, covering her mouth as she secretly giggled.