After everyone returned to the academy, Tang San immediately sought out Master and told him that he needed to enter seclusion for a while.
The fierce battle against Skywater Academy had suddenly made Tang San see many things clearly.
Since the age of six, relying on the control of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and Master's guidance, his strength had always stood at the peak among those his age. He was not even inferior to soul masters of the same age who possessed powerful martial souls.
Gradually, Tang San had blurred the concept of Blue Silver Grass being a useless martial soul. At one point, he had placed himself on the same level as soul masters with powerful martial souls and had even developed a certain sense of superiority.
But as his level rose, Blue Silver Grass's disadvantages would eventually reveal themselves, and he would fall from being outstanding to being mediocre.
Tang San was unwilling to be mediocre. Thus, he began to doubt whether the Control System was the right path for him.
"Should I switch to the Assault Type?"
He turned his attention to the hammer in his left hand.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand was hailed as the continent's strongest Weapon Martial Soul. If he could attach four Soul Rings to it, his strength would surely rise at an incredible rate.
With the Clear Sky Hammer's sheer dominance, he could still maintain his position at the peak among his peers.
The more Tang San thought about it, the more fond he became of the Clear Sky Hammer, and the less confidence he had in Blue Silver Grass.
This problem plagued Tang San for an entire day. He neither ate nor drank, and his face grew haggard, making Xiao Wu, who brought him meals,