Heading to the Tang Family, this time, regardless of winning or losing.
Tang Zhong strode forward.
Although he knew that going this time meant his life or death was uncertain, what outcome he did not know, but only by trying could he find out.
The autumn breeze came slowly, as desolate as Tang Zhong's footsteps.
Meanwhile, at the Tang Family, the main gate was wide open at the moment, revealing the inner hall.
Tang Ran sat on a Taishi Chair, dressed in Tang attire, his eyes bright as torches.
Standing beside him were several people, precisely Tang Lin and others, all members of the Tang Family, Tang Ran's confidantes. At this moment, they stood by his side, motionless, like statues.
