Perhaps because this was another world, children on the Douluo Continent generally matured earlier than children on Earth and were far more sensible and independent.
Thus, Aunt Wu had been reassigned when he was around four years old, leaving Du Gusheng to live alone. Fortunately, the Zhang Family gave him some living expenses every month, and Aunt Wu would return from time to time to see whether he needed any help. Aside from being a little lonely, he had still lived quite comfortably—far better off than ordinary people.
After seeing Aunt Wu off with an innocent, cheerful smile, Du Gusheng's expression darkened. Without saying a word, he shut the courtyard gate and walked back into the house he had lived in for six years, ever since his birth.
The house was fully furnished. Though it could not compare to the homes of the wealthy, it was still far better than those of ordinary commoners.
He shut the door.
"Sigh..."
Du Gusheng finally let out a long sigh.
Having no Soul Power was indeed a huge blow to him. Even if he had discovered that his Martial Soul might be Divine Authority, it made no difference. In this world, without Soul Power, nothing else mattered.
"Forget it. It's not time to despair yet. First, I'll study what mysteries this Martial Soul holds." He patted his cheeks and forced himself to perk up. I can't despair. If I do, then this life will truly be over.
Du Gusheng sat down beside his bed, then raised a hand and summoned his Martial Soul. Looking at the ancient, solemn wheel, he could not help but feel dazzled. After all, this wheel represented Divine Authority!
Although it was only a Martial Soul and not true Divine Authority, it was at least connected to the divine.