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"Not interested!?"
Tang Hao clenched his fists until they cracked, suppressing his rage as he asked, "What level are you now?"
"Level forty-eight."
Over the past two years, Tang San's cultivation had advanced at an astonishing pace.
While cultivating crops, he comprehended the Voice of Nature;
while forging Soul Tools, he grasped the laws of vibration;
his understanding of the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer had grown ever deeper. Naturally, there were no bottlenecks hindering his cultivation, and he could continue breaking through.
Although Tang San had not participated in any formal Soul Fight competitions during this time, he had privately sparred and improved alongside Zhou Qing, Romantina, Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng, Bu Yi, and the others. His combat experience had not fallen behind by much.
"Level forty-eight?"
"Level forty-eight!"
Tang Hao was stunned at first. Then, realizing that his son was only twelve years old and had already become a Soul Ancestor, even his voice began to tremble.
What kind of monstrous genius was this?
Twelve years old!
A Soul Ancestor!
And not one who had just entered the Soul Ancestor realm, either, but a Soul Ancestor with a Soul Power Level of forty-eight—only two levels away from Soul King!
Perhaps—
If Tang San set aside his other training and work this year and devoted all his energy to cultivating Soul Power, he could become a Soul King!
A twelve-year-old Soul King!
"Hahahaha!"
Tang Hao could not help throwing back his head and laughing.
In that instant, all his gloom and anger vanished, replaced by joy.
"I am your... uncle."
Tang Hao had initially wanted to reveal his identity outright, but upon further thought, he remembered how he had left without saying goodbye. Tang San also held such an attitude toward the Clear Sky Sect