"Is there more to it?"
Tang Hao keenly seized on the crux of the issue and quickly realized that he seemed to have once again asked something that should have been common knowledge hundreds of years ago.
"Yes, and it's a very big problem," Tang Tang said with a sigh. "This isn't ten thousand years ago anymore. The Tang Sect has long since become a hated rat crossing the street. Who would still believe Tang San?"
"Your Eminence, you were in seclusion for far too long and missed the truth behind many things. Once you reach a crowded place, you must never say anything about believing in Sea God Tang San again, or you'll definitely be reported and cursed by furious civilians."
"If that really happens, even as a Limit Douluo, you absolutely won't gain any advantage. To the Undead Empire, a Limit Douluo doesn't constitute much of a threat, and must still obey imperial law."
"Why is that?" Tang Hao was utterly stunned. "Why would believing in Sea God Tang San be spurned by the people? Without the great Sea God Tang San, how could they have the good lives they enjoy today?"
"Your Eminence, what are you saying?"
Blueberry's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her voice lost some of its gentleness.
"The lives we have today were given to us by the Undead Empire. They were created by each of us with our own two hands. What does that have to do with Tang San?"
"Impudent!"
Tang Hao flew into a rage in an instant. An intense pressure surged out at once, bearing down fiercely toward the two girls.
What was astonishing was that Blueberry, who seemed so delicate, did not move an inch. Instead, she met him with cold, angry brows, still standing there with her slender waist