"Who are you two?"
A middle-aged soul master stepped out of the low wooden house and sized up Feng Feng and Xiang Ba. "You don't look like residents of Holy Soul Village. Where are you from?"
"Senior, we came looking for Tang San..." Although they could both sense that he was merely a Soul Grandmaster, they remained respectful.
Anyone who could walk out of the Tang Sect had to be a member of the Red Assembly!
"Here for an autograph?"
The middle-aged soul master said, "Then you came to the wrong place. He isn't here right now."
"Then where is he?"
Xiang Ba hurriedly asked.
"How would I know?"
The middle-aged soul master shook his head. "Maybe at the Agriculture Department, or the Works Department, or perhaps at a meeting over at the Red Assembly or the Worker-Peasant Council?"
"Thank you for telling us."
Seeing that the man could not provide a definite answer, the two could only bid him farewell and leave.
Yet perhaps the Goddess of Fortune was watching over them. After retracing their steps for less than thirty meters, they ran into Tang San walking toward them. The two exchanged a glance and hurried over.
"Teacher Tang San, we've come for your autograph!" Feng Feng was beside himself with excitement as he pulled out paper and a pen.
But Tang San did not take them.
"What's wrong?"
Xiang Ba was puzzled, then seemed to think of something and cried, "Do we need to pass a test before you'll sign for us? Right, we chose 'team,' but that doesn't mean we don't need individual training. You're the teacher guiding us, aren't you?"
"No." Tang San gestured for Xiang Ba not to overthink it, then glanced at Feng Feng, who was holding the paper and pen. "I already heard