"Achoo!"
At Notting Academy, Tang San suddenly sneezed and could not help rubbing his nose.
"Who's talking about me?"
Tang San muttered darkly, his expression sour as he swept his gaze around.
The surrounding discussions drifted into his ears, faint but unmistakable.
"See? That's Tang San—the trash who got thrashed by someone six levels below him despite being Level 28!"
"Tang San cultivated so quickly, yet he turned out to be so fragile. He was challenged by someone lower-level and lost—just how unstable must his foundation be?"
"So he's all grades and no ability. No wonder..."
"If you want a master, you should choose Young Lord Qin He. Look at him—he reached Level 30 long ago, yet he isn't in a hurry to advance. He's busy polishing his foundation instead. That's the bearing of a true expert!"
These remarks made the corner of Tang San's mouth twitch even harder. He looked as though he were on the verge of breaking down!
"Qin He, damn you! You're not even human!"
Tang San was deeply frustrated.
No matter how quickly he raised his Soul Power, he could not match that bastard Qin He!
Yet when Qin He did it, it was called steady development, while Tang San was labeled arrogant and impatient!
You spectators were way too fickle!
"Little San..."
At that moment, a deep voice rang out.
Tang San looked up to see Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's calm, steady face before him.
"Master!"
As though he had found a savior, Tang San looked to Yu Xiaogang, seemingly seeking an explanation.
"Little San, one setback is nothing. Back when I, Yu Xiaogang, was young, didn't I also encounter many hardships? Ten years from now..."
Yu Xiaogang's words were like a gentle breeze, soothing the wounds in Tang San's heart and causing a fierce