As a spirit beast who had taken human form, Xiao Wu was highly sensitive to soul power auras.
Now, she might no longer be able to discern a Titled Douluo's precise soul power level as she once had.
But Lei Meng was only a Soul Ancestor. His soul power aura could not escape her senses.
Tang San gazed at Lei Meng's retreating back, lost in thought.
Xiao Wu was right. A young man like Lei Meng, so youthful yet possessing such solid soul power, was a true prodigy of the soul master world.
Living in a small place, Tang San learned everything he knew about the outside world from Yu Xiaogang's accounts.
Nuoding City had only three Soul Ancestors: the Spirit Hall bishop, the Nuoding Academy dean, and the city lord. All three were getting on in years. With Lei Meng so young, his talent was naturally beyond anything those three could match.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Seeing his reaction, Xiao Wu blinked and asked curiously.
Tang San clenched his fist hard, his gaze resolute.
Although Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul, he already possessed the strength of a Soul Grandmaster.
Lei Meng was at least ten years older than him. By the time he reached that age, he was confident he would surpass Lei Meng's current strength and attain a higher realm.
With that thought, he relaxed his fist and smiled at Xiao Wu. "Nothing. I'm just a little envious of him."
Being a blacksmith's son had always made Tang San feel inferior.
The lofty ambitions he had vowed to pursue just moments ago had merely been an attempt to make up for that sense of inferiority.
Xiao Wu did not notice his emotions and continued, "Third Brother, judging by their uniforms, these soldiers are clearly military