"Senior Bai He, hello, my name is Yu Xiaowei, from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
After sitting down, Yu Xiaowei politely introduced himself to Bai He.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
Bai He was increasingly surprised when he saw the three older men remain silent.
He had already guessed that Yang Wudi and the others might join the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
However, the situation unfolding before him shocked him even more.
Yang Wudi and Niu Gao, two people who deeply hated the Clear Sky Sect, joining another clan didn't surprise him.
But what about this old man, Tai Tan???
Countless black question marks filled Bai He's mind.
This old man had always been the most loyal to his nephew, Tang Hao. Back when they held gatherings, Tai Tan was often mocked because of this.
"You call the Second Young Master your Lord. Old Baihe is the Second Young Master's uncle, so you, Old Tai Tan, should call Old Baihe 'Grand Uncle'."
Yet despite the teasing, Tai Tan never got angry and really did call him 'Grand Uncle'.
How could such a devoted follower suddenly submit to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
"Senior Bai He? Senior Bai He?"
Yu Xiaowei's voice snapped Bai He out of his thoughts.
Filled with doubt, he ignored Yu Xiaowei and instead looked over at Yang Wudi and the others, especially fixing his gaze on Tai Tan for a long time.
"You three, choosing to join the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
Bai He's tone wasn't very friendly.
As Yang Wudi had said, he was blood-related to the Clear Sky Sect. Tang Xiao and Tang Hao were both his nephews.
They say nephews are like their uncles.
Tang Hao's personality was also very similar to his own in his youth, so he had always loved Tang Hao deeply, and among the four families, he understood him the most.
That's why, even though their clans hated the Clear Sky Sect and wanted to tear it apart, Bai He still held onto the fantasy of rejoining it.
So seeing his three old brothers submit to another clan, his feelings were as mixed as flipping a bottle of five-flavor spices.
Faced with his question, Tai Tan hung his head in shame, while Niu Gao looked up at the sky, avoiding a direct answer.
Only Yang Wudi, with a face full of anger, responded sharply.
"Yes, that's right. We can't keep being oppressed by Spirit Hall."
"We have families to feed and children to raise."
"Now, all we can do is make money for our children."
"What if we die? There'll be no one left in our families to take responsibility. We can't just watch our families rot away day after day with no hope."
"Besides, Old Bai He, this young man is the heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the nephew of Thunder Douluo."
"He has full authority to make decisions."
Yang Wudi's words silenced Bai He.
He had to admit that Yang Wudi had a point.
Now, besides himself, there was no other Soul Douluo in the clan. With their current training conditions, it would be hard for another Soul Douluo to appear in the future.
He was old. If one day he were gone, what would become of his clan?
But deep down, he still couldn't accept joining another clan. For a moment, the entire hall fell into silence.
Seeing his conflicted expression, Yang Wudi raised his eyebrows and said loudly:
"Old Bai He, I know why you're hesitating. Isn't it because your nephew is the leader of the Clear Sky Sect?"
"But have you ever thought whether your nephew has cared for you all these years?"
"Look around at your clan. Does this look like a home for over a hundred people?"
Yang Wudi pointed at the holes in the roof, the peeling walls, and the worn-out wooden tables and chairs.
After that, he pulled a fine-looking dagger from his sleeve and showed it to Bai He.
"Do you know? When this young master visited our clan, he showed me an iron tool made by the Clear Sky Sect."
"It was absolutely exquisite!"
"The materials used were all top-grade!"
"Do you know how much this tool sells for?"
"300 gold soul coins! A simple tool made by the Clear Sky Sect sells for 300 gold soul coins!"
"But what about you?"
"Patriarch Tang Xiao still wears patched clothes."
"Brother, you care about your nephew, but does your nephew care about you?"
Yu Xiaowei quietly gave Yang Wudi a thumbs-up. All the preparations they had made were now proving effective.
His words hit all the key points they'd discussed before coming.
He started with the future of the clan, then highlighted the hardships of the Min Clan, and finally drove the point home with how the Clear Sky Sect had completely neglected them—touching Bai He's heart.
Judging from Bai He's pale face, it was clear the message had struck a chord.
Not just Bai He—Yang Wudi's words also reminded Tai Tan and Niu Gao of their own suffering after leaving the Clear Sky Sect.
Thanks to Yu Xiaowei, they had learned one thing: even though the Clear Sky Sect had closed itself off, its clan members had not stayed home.
They still came out to buy supplies and sold off valuable goods to fund their needs.
Even worse, they clearly didn't lack cultivation resources. Despite more than ten years in seclusion, they still had four or five Title Douluos.
Meanwhile, the four supporting clans could barely gather enough resources for their young members to cultivate, let alone practice high-level techniques.
The Clear Sky Sect had completely cut ties with them for years, and even the Strength Clan, once very close, hadn't seen a single Clear Sky disciple since.
Back then, they had spilled blood, sweat, and tears for the Clear Sky Sect, sacrificing nearly half their clans—but in return, they were ignored.
This injustice filled them with bitterness.
Even Tai Tan's guilt about betraying Tang Hao had lessened greatly.
After a long silence, Bai He still stubbornly said:
"I'll think about it."
Hearing this indirect refusal, Yu Xiaowei didn't press further. Leaving a note that he would return tomorrow, he led the others away.
Watching their retreating backs, Bai He let out a deep sigh.
The brothers who once fought at his side had now left him.
After leaving the Min Clan, Yang Wudi looked at the calm Yu Xiaowei and couldn't help but ask:
"Young Patriarch, why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"I think Old Bai He was already wavering. If you pushed a little harder, he might have agreed."
Yu Xiaowei chuckled, turned, and looked deeply at the gate of the Min Clan, then said indifferently:
"He hasn't reached the point of despair—how could he give in?"
"And he wasn't swayed by you at all."
"Otherwise, he would have asked what benefits the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could offer them."
"Alright, we'll come again every day for the next few days, but don't force him. Let Yue Guan play the villain. We'll just wait for the day when Old Bai He can no longer stand the pressure."