Taking a Master?

At this, Tang San's eyes immediately lit up.

"Teacher, this plan is brilliant! I've disliked Ye Wen for a long time. He looks like nothing but a slick little schemer. Otherwise, how could he have sweet-talked so many girls into circling around that useless trash?"

Would Tang San be jealous about Ye Wen becoming Yu Xiaogang's disciple?

That was simply impossible. After accepting Yu Xiaogang's theory of innate talent, Tang San had come to believe that Ye Wen, whom he had once envied, would inevitably end up beneath his feet.

No amount of knowledge would be useful, because becoming a true powerhouse required not only vast knowledge, but also talent like his.

The moment this belief took shape, Tang San gladly accepted Yu Xiaogang's task and headed to the dormitory to find Ye Wen.

"Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu, hehe~"

Ye Wen, who had been diligently cultivating in the dormitory, had just emerged from meditation when he saw Tang San striding toward him. It left him somewhat puzzled.

Why is this guy looking for me? Don't tell me he finds me annoying and wants to kill me already.

While Ye Wen was wildly speculating, Tang San stopped directly in front of his bed. He actually lifted his chin with a trace of arrogance and said haughtily,

"Ye Wen, my teacher wants to see you. Come with me."

Ye Wen frowned. Yu Xiaogang wanted to see him? He had no connection with Yu Xiaogang, so he instinctively asked,

"What does Grandmaster want with me?"

Having been oppressed at the bottom of his sect in his previous life, and now seeing that this useless Ye Wen would surely be inferior to him in the future, Tang San unconsciously spoke down to him.

"Don't ask so many questions. Just come with me."

Ye Wen