Tang Yuehua observed the three people in the room, her gaze finally settling on Lin Mu, the eldest of them, with a hint of scrutiny.
Lin Mu promptly rose to his feet, neither servile nor overbearing, and said, "Greetings, Madame Yue."
"Esteemed guest, the 'son of an old friend' you mentioned..."
Tang Yuehua gave a slight bow, a trace of urgency flickering in her eyes.
In truth, she already had a vague guess in her heart. Calculating the time, Second Brother's child should be around twelve years old.
Lin Mu did not rush to explain. Instead, he first retrieved a jet-black token from his storage bracelet. Six martial soul patterns were carved upon it.
"The Pope's Token!"
The moment she saw this token, Tang Yuehua's pupils trembled. Unable to maintain her graceful composure, she hurriedly took the token from Lin Mu's hand, her eyes filled with disbelief and agitation.
The Spirit Hall had once bestowed Pope's Tokens to the three great sects. The one Tang Hao held was among them.
The Heaven Dou Royal Academy was a noble academy. Lin Mu held no noble title, so he couldn't directly get Tang San admitted to study there. That's why he had come here.
Although Tang Yuehua was not a soul master and her soul power was an insignificant level 9, as the mistress of Moon Pavilion, getting a single person admitted to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy was as easy as a wave of her hand.
With the Pope's Token given by Tang Hao, coupled with Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul, it was enough to convince Tang Yuehua.
Seeing the time was right, Lin Mu beckoned to Tang San, signaling him to come forward.
Seeing the youth beside Lin Mu, Tang Yuehua's eyes sharpened. She scrutinized him carefully from head to toe, the excitement in her eyes almost overflowing. "Child, you... what is your surname?"
"This junior is Tang San."
Though puzzled, Tang San still answered honestly.
"Tang... San..."
Tang Yuehua murmured the name, the excitement in her eyes growing even more intense. Suppressing her agitated emotions, she asked urgently, "Can you let me see your martial soul?"
Hearing this, Tang San looked at Lin Mu. Seeing Lin Mu give a slight nod, he slowly raised his right hand.
Driven by soul power, a Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm. Its surface shimmered with a faint golden halo, clearly different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
"It's actually Blue Silver Grass..."
A flicker of disappointment passed through the depths of Tang Yuehua's eyes, gone in an instant. Simultaneously, the last trace of doubt in her heart completely dissipated.
The Pope's Token plus the Blue Silver Grass martial soul essentially confirmed that the youth before her was the child of her second brother, Tang Hao.
Having news of her elder brother, Tang Yuehua stepped forward quickly, reaching out to grasp Lin Mu's arm. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Where is his father now? Why didn't he come with you?"
Seeing the poised and beautiful woman before him in such a discomposed state, a strange glint flashed in Lin Mu's eyes.
"Is this woman really a brother-con?"
Lin Mu thought to himself, then instantly dismissed the thought. Whether Tang Yuehua was a brother-con or not had nothing to do with him.
This was, after all, the Land of Love, where any taboo regarding love was ignored.
Tang San, standing to the side, was even more bewildered, completely unable to imagine that his father, who usually looked like a slovenly drunkard, actually knew such a graceful and noble woman.
"My apologies, I also don't know his whereabouts."
Hearing this, profound disappointment flashed in Tang Yuehua's eyes. She took a deep breath, struggling to calm her churning emotions, and inquired, "May I ask how to address you, esteemed guest?"
"I am Lin Mu. Little San is my disciple."
Lin Mu's gaze remained calm and unperturbed.
Even though the woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful, she held no allure for him. Besides, this woman was probably a brother-con.
Hearing this man claim to be Tang San's master, astonishment appeared on Tang Yuehua's face.
The young man before her looked to be only in his twenties, not much older than Tang San himself. Clearly still at an age for learning, yet he had become Tang San's master.
"Mr. Lin Mu, may I ask... what is your cultivation level?"
At this point, Tang Yuehua paused, seemingly worried about offending Lin Mu, and added, "If it's inconvenient to say, then let it be."
Lin Mu could naturally discern Tang Yuehua's little consideration.
It was nothing more than worrying that his cultivation level wasn't high enough to adequately guide Tang San's training.
"Merely a Soul Sage."
A flicker of light passed through Lin Mu's eyes as he spoke in an extremely indifferent tone.
Now that he possessed strength comparable to a Title Douluo, revealing a bit of his power appropriately wouldn't have much impact.
"A Soul Sage?!"
Tang Yuehua's pupils trembled violently. She suddenly felt dizzy, as if a thunderclap had exploded in her mind.
Judging by this person's age, he was clearly only in his early twenties. A Soul Sage in his twenties—what did that mean?
Even Tang Hao, the youngest Title Douluo, was far from reaching the Soul Sage realm at his age.
This completely transcended the category of genius.
Only now did Tang Yuehua understand Second Brother's intention.
Such a monstrous, extraordinarily talented prodigy would inevitably become a Title Douluo in the future, perhaps even the strongest of the era, dominating an age.
Once a peerless prodigy like this grew up, he would inevitably affect the standing of the Clear Sky Clan.
Similarly, the Spirit Hall would also be affected.
Now, with Tang San becoming this person's disciple, the Clear Sky Clan would have a connection with him. In the future, he might even help the Clear Sky Clan return to its peak.
Having figured this out, Tang Yuehua's gaze towards Lin Mu gained a few extra degrees of regard and respect.
"Mr. Lin Mu, I must insist that you stay at Moon Pavilion for a while, allowing me to fulfill my duties as a host and also to make up somewhat for my negligence towards Little San."
After saying this, Tang Yuehua looked at Tang San, this nephew she had never met before. Her eyes were filled with affection and a trace of complex emotion not easily detected.
However, Lin Mu shook his head, decisively refusing: "That won't be necessary. We wouldn't be accustomed to the environment of Moon Pavilion. Our main purpose in coming here is to ask for Madame Yue's help with a matter."
"Mr. Lin Mu, please speak freely. As long as it's something I can assist with, I certainly won't refuse."
Tang Yuehua was slightly taken aback. She had thought they came to acknowledge family ties, but it turned out to be seeking her help.
With his Soul Sage cultivation, what trouble could he possibly encounter?
But regardless, this person was, after all, Tang San's master and had received Second Brother Tang Hao's approval.
He deserved her utmost assistance.
"Little San is at the age for schooling. I intend for him to enter the Heaven Dou Royal Academy to study. However, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy is a noble academy. I am merely a commoner soul master and have no means to get him admitted."
A flicker of light passed through Lin Mu's eyes as he continued, "Madam Yue, as the mistress of Moon Pavilion, presumably has some connections. I wonder if you could provide a recommendation?"
Hearing this, Tang Yuehua finally understood. At Tang San's age, he truly should be attending an academy.
"Mr. Lin Mu, rest assured. I will make the arrangements shortly. I guarantee Little San will smoothly enter the Heaven Dou Royal Academy to study."
A gentle, soft smile appeared on Tang Yuehua's face as she promised.
"Master, there's also Xiao Wu..."
Before Tang San could finish, Lin Mu spoke up: "Madame Yue, adding one more person shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Hearing this, Tang Yuehua looked at Xiao Wu, who had been silent all along.
She instantly guessed her relationship with Tang San and immediately nodded in agreement.