Hearing Tang Hao's words.
Facing his idol, a man who had even dared to beat the Pope to death, Yu Xiaogang immediately lowered his stance and offered his respect, speaking deferentially:
"Please, Your Excellency. Yu Xiaogang will tell you everything I know!"
Tang Hao gave a slight nod. His murky eyes were like a pool of dead water, dim and dark as he slowly asked, "Why did that brat Ye Qiu's cultivation suddenly improve so much?"
"..."
Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment, then quickly understood and repeated Ye Qiu's entire explanation.
"Is that so?"
Tang Hao's eyes held a glimmer of surprise. He turned and looked down at Yu Xiaogang.
"As the Grandmaster, what do you think?"
"It's almost certainly the truth."
Yu Xiaogang didn't dare waste time. He honestly told Tang Hao what he and Tang San had concluded.
Tang Hao furrowed his brow and nodded. When he spoke again, his voice had grown even colder.
"Another question."
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled.
He immediately felt the pressure, and heard Tang Hao's accusing voice beside him.
"Why, under your instruction, did Xiao San fall so far behind that brat? That boy has already become a Soul Elder, while Xiao San is still far from reaching that level."
Yu Xiaogang looked flustered. He understood that Tang Hao doubted his ability as a Grandmaster. He hurried to explain, "Your Excellency, Xiao San once told me about this. It's all because Ye Qiu's Martial Soul is somewhat special—"
"..."
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A few days passed.
Ye Qiu was quite satisfied with his life lately. Every day, he got to play with his little rabbit, and had his lovely wife warm his bed and serve as a soft, beautiful pillow.
He trained diligently each day, and every so often, he found time to spar