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Chapter 1192 - Chapter 1192 Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Six Witness

Chapter 1192: Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Six: Witness Chapter 1192: Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Six: Witness Longzhou Calendar, 1786

On the eighth day of the eighth month, Tang Luo celebrated his birthday.

In the main residence of Lanshan City, the Tang Sen family gathered together.

Besides Tang Sen, Xu Shuhui, and the eldest daughter Tang Nuannuan, who was already of marriageable age.

There were also Tang Xing with his wife Tang Zhen and their two babies about to turn one year old.

The family sat in that familiar banquet hall, yet there was one chair unoccupied, one set of bowls and chopsticks unused.

There was also the sorrow between Xu Shuhui’s brows; people always say, “A parent’s road for their child is long, but a child’s road for their parents is as short as chopsticks.”

If she had known that a whimsical marriage arrangement would cause her beloved eldest son to run away from home, she would have never done such a thing.

“Don’t wait any longer, let’s start the meal.”

The Sect Head comforted his wife with a hug, whispering in her ear, “Luo Er has ambitions miles away, and it’s important for him to venture out. Are we to bind him to our side forever?”

“Yes, Mother,” Tang Xing chimed in timely, “Longxi is only a corner of Longzhou, not expansive enough for Big Brother to stretch his arms and legs. Didn’t we get news a while back, saying he defeated a Lingxiao Sect Traveler in a single punch at the Beimang martial arts tournament? Although we’ve lost contact recently, Mother knows his temperament; obsessed with martial arts, he might just be secluded in a mountain for training again; there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmph, Second Brother is just making excuses for that jerk!”

The thirteen-year-old Tang Nuannuan, in the full flush of youth and having left home early, now found herself feeling a deeper affection for Xu Shuhui’s influence. Trained in swordsmanship by the Xu Clan, the young girl was clear about who to love or to hate, wrathful towards evil.

In her view, Big Brother Tang Luo, who left without a word only to upset Mother and cause her tears, was an unfilial son, a total jerk; naturally, there was no respect in her tone, “Mother, you still look forward to his return every day, even preparing for his birthday for two consecutive years. But him? Not only did he not come back, but there wasn’t even a message! I refuse to acknowledge such a brother!”

“Nuannuan!” Xu Shuhui turned and scolded her younger daughter softly, “A brother is still a brother, blood is thicker than water, there’s no such thing as disowning. Never say that again!”

“You still side with him.”

Upon hearing Xu Shuhui defending Tang Luo, Tang Nuannuan’s face flushed with anger as she stood up and spoke loudly, “The world may have wayward sons and daughters, but never incompetent parents. If I ever meet him, I’ll stab him twice, to let him know how much Mother has suffered these past two years!”

The young girl’s angry scolding startled the two babies who had fallen asleep. Tang Ziqi and Tang Zilin, sensing the anger in the air, began to cry out in fear.

Seeing the evening banquet turned tumultuous due to her daughter’s indignation, Xu Shuhui sighed, drew her upright daughter into her arms, and consoled her gently, “Mother knows Nuannuan is distressed for her. Truthfully, Mother cares for all three of you siblings the same. If Luo Er leaves, Mother worries; if Xing Er leaves, Mother also worries; if Nuannuan goes missing, Mother would be even more frantic.”

“Don’t take out your anger on your elder brother because of Mother’s sorrow. He has done nothing wrong; your Second Brother is right. Perhaps your elder brother just loves martial arts.”

“Mother,”

The young girl burrowed into her mother’s arms, tears in her voice as she spoke, “Nuannuan doesn’t blame Big Brother anymore, so Mother, please don’t think about him. Please don’t cry anymore, alright?”

“Silly child.”

Xu Shuhui stroked her daughter’s head and gently rested her chin on top of it, “He is our family, no matter what. Everyone might forget him, but we must remember.”

…

At Nangang Wharf, a stronghold belonging to the Tang Clan was being established bit by bit.

However, Tang Yao, who was in charge on the surface, was far from happy.

He had considered his mission in Chaochang City as an important milestone in his life’s plan. In his eyes, the next step for the Longxi Alliance was surely to advance into Chaochang, with no other direction for growth.

This belief was not only his own firm conviction as the top scholar, but also his analysis of the grand trends in Longzhou, because only Chaochang could satisfy the expanding appetite of the Longxi Alliance and provide a solid foundation for the Tang Clan’s future rise.

So when the Martial Hall announced the mission to expand the city, Tang Yao decisively abandoned his post as the chief instructor in Qutang City and brought his former schoolmates to Chaochang.

Just as he was ready to flex his muscles, Tang Zhi, the clan leader, informed him that their trip to Chaochang was to support Minister Tang’s work, and that members of the Marshal Star Pavilion had already gone ahead.

The Marshal Star Pavilion? Minister Tang?

Even with the present scale of the Longxi Alliance’s growth, there was only one minister who would receive such attention from the clan leader.

And this person had been Tang Yao’s shadow for a long period.

Whenever someone mentioned the merits of the battle at South Ridge, his and that person’s names were inevitably mentioned together.

He was fed up with titles like twin stars or a combination of martial and scholarly prowess, but just when his wishes seemed to be coming true, he found they weren’t fulfilled in the way he had envisaged.

Now in the Tang Clan, no one would talk about twin stars anymore because whenever people mentioned the Tang Clan’s youth, all they could think of was Longxi’s Pride.

The First Divine Child of Ten Thousand Clans who drew with the young Saint King of the southern lands, the one who defeated a Lingxiao Sect Traveler with a single punch–the demon-like young man.

Legends always contain exaggerations, such as how storytellers love to describe a warrior as a giant three zhang high, with eyes like bronze bells and the effortless might to topple columns and shatter mountains and rivers with a single stomp.

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