Upon hearing Tang Hao's words,
Faced with his idol—a man who had even dared to hammer the Pope to death—Yu Xiaogang immediately humbled himself and offered his respect. "Please speak, Your Excellency. Yu Xiaogang will tell you everything he knows!"
Tang Hao nodded slightly. His murky eyes were like stagnant water, dim and lifeless, as he slowly asked, "Why did that brat Ye Qiu's cultivation suddenly improve so much?"
"..."
Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment, then quickly reacted and recounted Ye Qiu's entire explanation.
"Is that so?"
Surprise flickered in Tang Hao's eyes as he turned and looked down at Yu Xiaogang.
"As a Master, what do you think?"
"There is an eighty to ninety percent chance that he was telling the truth."
Yu Xiaogang did not dare delay and truthfully told him the conclusions Tang San and he had reached.
Tang Hao frowned and nodded. When he spoke again, his voice had grown even colder.
"One more question."
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled.
He immediately felt immense pressure as Tang Hao's accusing voice rang in his ears.
"Why, under your guidance, has Little San's cultivation been surpassed by that brat by so much? He has already broken through to Soul Elder, while Little San is still far behind."
Yu Xiaogang's expression turned panicked. He understood that Tang Hao was questioning his ability as a Master. He hurriedly explained, "Your Excellency, Little San has mentioned this before. It is all because Ye Qiu's martial soul is somewhat special—"
"..."
Several days passed.
During this time, Ye Qiu had been quite satisfied with his life. Every day, he teased his little rabbit, had his lovely wife warm his bed, and used his beautiful girl as a pillow.
He cultivated diligently every day and occasionally found time to spar with Tang