"It's him! Third Brother, it's him!" Xiao Wu pointed in terror.
"Who is he?" Tang San frowned at the fear in Xiao Wu's voice.
"He's Ye Lan—the one whose Martial Soul and hair color changed drastically! Our roommate from four years ago, Ye Lan!" Xiao Wu stared at Ye Lan as he entered.
Though Ye Lan had grown taller, she would never forget that golden hair and gentle face for the rest of her life.
What she remembered even more was the humiliation of that day. Afterward, she had cried in Third Brother's arms for a long time.
It was also because of that incident that her relationship with Third Brother had grown much closer.
"Ye Lan!? Impossible! Teacher said he'd never catch up to my cultivation speed. How is he already at the 23rd Level?" Tang San's face was filled with disbelief.
He remembered how Teacher had solemnly assured him that by the time he became a Soul Elder, Ye Lan could never even become a Soul Grandmaster.
And now, Ye Lan was only six levels behind him?
Four years ago, when Tang San learned from Xiao Wu that Ye Lan had become a Soul Master, Ye Lan had been Level 11, while he himself had been Level 18.
The gap had been seven levels four years ago, yet four years later, the gap between Ye Lan and himself had actually narrowed?
He had Innate Full Soul Power. What kind of talent did Ye Lan have?
"Impossible! He definitely isn't Ye Lan—just a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master who looks like him!" Tang San refused to believe that even his teacher could be wrong, insisting this to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu pouted, looking at Tang San with a wounded expression. "Third Brother, you don't believe me!"
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