Lone Grass Becomes Bamboo, I Can Eat Too

"..."

Tang San fell silent upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's words.

He lowered his head even further.

At this moment, he still did not know exactly what a Century Spirit Ring and a ten-year spirit ring meant.

But he could still compare numbers.

Ten years and a hundred years—a difference of tenfold in duration alone!

He had always been proud.

Though he never said it aloud,

how could he not have felt a sense of superiority as a visitor from the Tang Sect?

Tang San had never considered himself mediocre,

but the problems with his body forced him to confront reality.

Tang San clenched his fists and said softly, "Teacher, I'm sorry... Little San was useless and disappointed you."

"..."

Yu Xiaogang opened his chapped mouth, seemingly wanting to speak but stopping himself.

In the end, he merely let out a long sigh.

"Sigh..."

"Forget it, forget it."

Yu Xiaogang raised a hand and placed it atop Tang San's head. In an extremely hoarse voice that even carried a trace of despondency, he comforted him, "A ten-year spirit ring is fine. Remember what Teacher told you... a Soul Ring is never better simply because it has a higher age. The suitable one is the best one! As I said before, the Ten-Year Lone Bamboo's defining trait is toughness, and it suits you very well..."

"..."

Hearing this, Tang San could not help raising his head. He stared at Yu Xiaogang with gratitude,

then nodded heavily.

"Yes, Teacher. Little San remembered!"

"That's good..."

Yu Xiaogang held the excrement in his pants and lay back down on the grass, continuing, "Little San, you have Twin Martial Souls. Your upper limit will depend more on your Second Martial Soul, so don't take this matter too much to heart. As long as you cultivate diligently