Tang Hao had his reasons for asking that question.
Ye Qiu might not know, but how could he, the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, not know? Strictly speaking, that little girl was still a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Since she could do it, there was no reason other soul beasts could not! After running everything through his muscle-bound brain, Tang Hao raised his hand and knocked Ye Qiu on the head.
"Ow. Fuck!"
Tang Hao's sudden knuckle rap caught Ye Qiu off guard. Clutching the top of his head, he frowned at Tang Hao.
"Hmph! You're so young, yet your thoughts are already this filthy!" Tang Hao snorted and casually tossed aside the flask in his hand. Ignoring Ye Qiu's indignant glare, he continued, "Compared to you, my Little San truly is pure and spotless."
"Tch! What use is being pure and spotless if he can't find a wife?" Ye Qiu curled his lip mockingly.
"..."
Tang Hao's face darkened. He stood up at once, bent down, and grabbed Ye Qiu by the back of the neck. "Since you don't know and haven't tried it with a soul beast, then let's go try it now!"
"Fuck, Uncle Haozi!"
"No, no! I can't do soul beasts."
Ye Qiu made as if to run, his face changing drastically as he struggled without pause. Though he resisted with all his might, he had no way of escaping Tang Hao's grasp.
"Shut up!"
Tang Hao barked coldly, unwilling to listen to Ye Qiu's chatter any longer, and shot into the sky. The cold wind poured down Ye Qiu's throat, leaving him unable to speak again. Yet his mind remained perfectly clear, and a faint gleam of delight appeared in his eyes.
This direction...
It was toward Holy Soul Village! That meant Tang Hao really was taking