Meanwhile,
Within the confines of the Tang Clan, the old ancestor gritted his teeth, his Dao heart severely damaged. He had lived for thousands of years, weathering countless storms and moving through the treacherous currents of the cultivation world with the wisdom of a sage. All for this? What a non-humorous joke. Who would believe such nonsense, an almost mythical fairy tale?
One might not know but he had seen countless dreams rise and fall, seen peerless geniuses turn to dust, and seen the very heavens tremble before the might of the strong. Yet, today, he had been forced to flee like a stray dog with its tail between its legs. It wasn't just a dent to his dignity. It was a regret that couldn't be washed away by taking a bath in yellow river.
The shame was a bitter draught, burning in his throat like acid. Obviously, it needs to be calmed down, does it not? A little brat unaware of the immensity between heaven and earth, good, good, good.
