Chapter Sixty-Nine: Entering the Cabinet

Tang Guangyu, at forty-three years old, had striking and solemn features, especially his eyes that seemed to scrutinize everything. Anyone who met his gaze felt like they had been stripped bare, instinctively causing them to lower their heads as if they had done something wrong.

Why would such a person, a stranger without any previous quarrels, suddenly decide to pick a fight? Tang Luo was perplexed, feeling he was just unlucky. If he protested his innocence at this point, who would believe him?

"Esteemed elders of the sect, I have no objections to the son of the First Head of the Martial Hall entering our Secret Arts Pavilion," Tang Guangyu pointed out firmly towards Tang Luo.

"However, I believe it is too soon to allocate him the rites of membership."

Tang Luo furrowed his eyebrows slightly, sitting and observing the long-robed Tang Guangyu confidently pressing his point.