280: A letter

The Tang Family Disciple was extremely anxious, as the grand assembly was about to begin.

However, Tang Eleven kept hiding in his room and would not come out.

Furthermore, after the Tang Familys Old Master was taken away, the Elders of the Tang Family immediately proposed supporting a new Tang Sect Leader.

Such actions made Tang Eleven somewhat agitated, and he was even more puzzled as to why the Tang Family members were not trying to save his grandfather, but instead pushing for a new Sect Master.

Tang Eleven clenched his fists tightly; a cold glint erupted in his eyes, and he felt deeply resentful in his heart.

"Understood." Tang Eleven replied perfunctorily.

"Young Master, this Disciple will wait for you outside the door." Seeing that Tang Eleven would not come out, the Disciple felt uneasy, as this was such an important matter.

If Tang Eleven refused to come out, the Tang Family Disciple had no other options.

However, if the Tang Family Disciple just left like this, the Elders would certainly reprimand him.

The Tang Family Disciple did not want to be scolded, so he would rather wait here.

"I will go in a moment. You do not need to stand in front of my door; is this meant to be surveillance?" Tang Eleven snorted coldly.

He did not know what the Elders were thinking to make such a decision.

At a time like this, why were they doing this instead of finding a way to rescue his grandfather!

Upon hearing this, the Tang Family Disciple shook his head helplessly; he understood Tang Eleven's temperament.

"Young Master, then this one will head off first. Please hurry to the main hall; the Elders are all waiting. If you do not go, those Elders will blame me, so please do not make things difficult for this small one." The Tang Family Disciple frowned, his Face gloomy.

In truth, the Tang Family Disciple was also quite helpless; if he had any other way, he certainly would not be acting like this.

"Mn, I know." Tang Eleven wore a gloomy expression, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

Tang Eleven only wanted to save his grandfather, but he currently lacked the strength and was unable to do anything.

Last night, the envoy from the Immortal Country and people from Mulan Manor arrived together; Tang Eleven did not know the reason.

However, it seemed his grandfather was taken away directly because he did not agree to Mulan Manor, while the envoy from the Immortal Country was killed outright; currently, the remains were still kept at the Tang Family.

Tang Eleven wanted to know the truth, but he had no way to do so.

After all, the strength of one person was truly too weak.

"Grandfather! What exactly should I do!" Tang Eleven clenched his fists tightly, his eyes reddening as he raised his hand and slammed it heavily against the wall.

Boom.

With a loud noise, Tang Eleven's fist left a deep imprint on the wall.

The wall immediately developed cracks resembling a spiderweb.

"Forget it, I should go." Tang Eleven wore a gloomy Face as he stepped forward and forcefully opened the door.

After the Tang Family Disciple left the room, he did not depart immediately but stood quietly on the path; he was waiting for Tang Eleven.

The grand ceremony was about to begin, but Tang Eleven still had not appeared; if Tang Eleven did not show up, it would truly be a loss of Face for the Tang Family.

Suddenly, a crisp bird call sounded outside the guest room, instantly catching Tang Eleven's attention.

"A bird call?" Tang Eleven turned his head and looked in the direction the sound came from.

At that moment, a white dove was perched on the windowsill.

The white dove's feathers were like snow, and there was a bamboo tube attached to its ankle containing a note.

"A message by carrier pigeon?" Tang Eleven was curious; who could have sent this letter?

Tang Eleven saw the letter and felt uneasy in his heart, then he recited the contents of the letter.

"Shiyi, by the time you see this letter, Grandfather should be gone. Remember not to seek revenge, and do not go to Mulan Manor."

"This is a matter between the Tang Family and Mulan Manor, and it has nothing to do with you, a Junior."

"Remember, once something happens to the Tang Mansion, leave Yunzhou as quickly as possible and go as far away as you can."

"If the Elders push for you to become the Tang Familys Sect Leader, do not agree under any circumstances. You must flee the Tang Family and go to a place where no one can find you."

"Additionally, do not worry about Grandfather; Mulan Manor will not kill Grandfather."

"Finally, do not worry about me."

"Grandfather! Had you already foreseen all of this?" Tang Eleven clenched his fists tightly, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

Tang Eleven understood in his heart that it was possible that everything happening in the Tang Family was being manipulated by someone in the shadows.

However, Tang Eleven did not yet know who this person was, and he could not act rashly at this moment.

"Fine, I will listen to Grandfather." Tang Eleven clenched his fists tightly; reacting quickly, he burned the letter immediately.

A flash of lightning crossed Tang Eleven's mind, and his eyes lit up.

"The carrier pigeon will certainly return to the place it came from. If I can find out where Grandfather sent the letter from, perhaps I can find relevant clues!" Tang Eleven clenched his fists tightly.

The moment the white paper touched the flame, it turned to ashes; after the letter was burned, everything turned to nothingness.

Tang Eleven came to the desk, set out the Four Treasures of the Study, wrote a reply, and tied the note back onto the white dove's legs.

The white dove swept over the Tang Sect mansion and quickly dissolved into the night sky.

"I hope this carrier pigeon can lead me to where Grandfather is." Tang Eleven's eyes lit up with a flash of brightness.

Just then, Tang Eleven's door was opened.

"Shiyi, why have you not gone to the banquet yet?" An old man wearing magnificent robes, leaning on a cane with one hand and supported by a Disciple with the other, slowly stepped into the room.

"Everyone is waiting for you."

"You must not be late!"

The old man was about sixty, his Face full of wrinkles, but what was curious was that he actually had a head of black hair.

If viewed from behind, this person looked like a young man.

"So it is Third Uncle." Tang Eleven turned back; naturally, he recognized this Old Gentleman.

Tang Sect's Third Granduncle, Tang Ru, looked like a Confucian scholar.

However, Tang Ru was somewhat afraid of trouble, especially after the Tang Sect Leader was taken away; it was also he who advocated not interfering in this matter.

Tang Eleven kept this matter in his heart, feeling quite helpless.

"What are you doing? Why have you brought out the Four Treasures of the Study?" Tang Ru asked curiously, "Who are you writing a letter to? However, you must know that the guests outside are all waiting for you, so you must not be late."

"Nothing, I was just idle and prepared to practice calligraphy." Tang Eleven sighed, "Grandfather's situation makes it hard for me to calm down, so I wanted to compose myself."

Tang Eleven did not trust the Tang Sect, nor did he trust anyone in the Tang Family.

From the letter his grandfather left behind, Tang Eleven knew that the Tang Family was already planning to give up.

In truth, the current Tang Eleven highly suspected whether the Tang Familys Old Master was abducted by the Third Young Master, or sent away by people from the Tang Sect.

"Alright, come with me to the grand banquet; the guests cannot wait any longer. Hurry and come with me." Tang Ru smiled, his Face full of kindness.