Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brow, replaying the terrifying Soul Ring Configuration Yu Tiancheng had displayed that afternoon over and over in his mind.
"How is this possible..." he murmured. "The First Soul Ring is already ten thousand years old? Four of his five Soul Rings are ten thousand years old? That's impossible!"
His theories couldn't be wrong!
How could the theory of the limits of Soul Ring age, which he'd spent half his life researching, possibly be wrong?
"It must be some secret technique..." Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up, as if he'd grabbed a lifeline.
"That's right! He must have used some ancient secret technique or special Soul Tool to hide the true colors of his Soul Rings. That's the only way he could create such an unbelievable illusion!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He even rose from his chair and paced back and forth in the cramped room:
"Tomorrow, I'll tell Xiao San not to overthink it. My theories can't possibly be wrong!"
When Yu Tiancheng had released his Soul Rings that day, Yu Xiaogang had clearly noticed the disbelief in Tang San's eyes. Tang San had even begun to doubt him, his teacher.
That couldn't happen.
Absolutely not.
Tang San was his proudest disciple, the best proof of all his theories.
He had to make Tang San believe in him again, believe that his theories were the truth.
"My theories are right." Yu Xiaogang repeated in a low voice, again and again, as if trying to hypnotize himself. "It has to be... It must be!"
At the same time, on the outskirts of the teachers' dormitory area.
A dark red figure swept over the rooftops like a ghost, her toes barely touching the tiles without making a sound.
Hu Liena stopped in the shadows