Yu Xiaogang ran all the way out of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and far into the distance before finally collapsing to his knees atop a cliff, utterly exhausted.
Yu Xiaogang threw back his head and cried out in anguish:
"Why? Why? I could accept my clansmen misunderstanding me, but why does even Father fail to understand me? How many people in this world are born with half a level of innate soul power and can still cultivate to level 29 by the age of seventeen? I've already worked so hard! Why does Father still not understand me? Why?!"
He wept alone on the cliff for quite some time.
Only then did Yu Xiaogang gradually recover from his grief. He turned back to glance in the direction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, muttering, "Just wait. One day, I'll prove myself and make every one of you look at me in a new light."
With that, he rose and resolutely set off toward Spirit City.
Spirit Hall was the sacred land of soul masters across the continent. With a foundation stretching back tens of thousands of years, its history far surpassed that of his clan. Perhaps it possessed a way for him to break through the limits of his talent.
He planned to try his luck in Spirit City.
Not long after he left, Yu Yuanzhen emerged from the forest behind the cliff. Standing where Yu Xiaogang had wept in pain, he watched him descend the mountain and murmured softly, "Perhaps letting Xiaogang leave the clan for a while would be a good choice."
At the eastern edge of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Crimson Flame Forest.
Crimson Flame Forest was a woodland of towering trees best suited to tropical growth. Few people ever came here.
It was also a Soul