Meanwhile, at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
"Grandmaster" Yu Xiaogang was flipping through the latest issue of the Martial Soul Daily, hoping to find a way to break through Level 30 from other people's research.
Bang, bang, bang. Just then, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Yu Xiaogang frowned. Normally, no one ever came here to look for him. He wondered if it was that insolent student who had heard he was here and wanted to take him as his teacher.
"Come in." Yu Xiaogang set down the book in his hand and spoke indifferently.
The door opened, and a tall figure walked in from outside. He wore a simple gray robe, his messy black hair falling over his shoulders. His face was etched with the marks of hardship, and his murky eyes seemed to belong to someone in the twilight of life, completely at odds with his appearance.
"Hello, Grandmaster." The newcomer's voice was low and somewhat hoarse.
For some reason, the moment this person entered, Yu Xiaogang's entire body tensed instinctively. Even his Soul Power unconsciously spread throughout his body.
"Who are you?" Yu Xiaogang slowly rose to his feet. His eyes revealed a trace of confusion and wariness. He was worried that someone from his family had come looking for him again.
The man in gray said indifferently, "Come to think of it, we haven't seen each other for twenty years. With me looking like this now, it's no wonder you don't recognize me. My name is Tang Hao."
"Tang Hao?" Yu Xiaogang's usually composed expression changed drastically. His pupils shrank instantly as he stared fixedly at the person before him. Both hands gripped the desk, his fingers turning bluish-white from the force. "You, you're the Clear—"
Tang Hao waved his hand, stopping Yu Xiaogang from