The three exchanged glances. Tang San stepped forward first and put ten Gold Soul Coins into the wooden box.
"Put out your hand," Li Yusong said.
Li Yusong squeezed Tang San's hand. He nodded at first, then let out a surprised "Huh," his expression turning strange.
Not convinced, he squeezed it again.
"Have you been practicing some kind of Soul Skill with your hands?"
Tang San nodded.
Li Yusong frowned. "Lift up your calf."
Tang San followed the instruction and rested one leg on the table.
Li Yusong squeezed it a few times through his trousers before nodding. "Your bone age is appropriate, and your muscles are well developed. All right, now let me see your Martial Soul."
There was nothing unusual about this request. It was perfectly normal.
But Tang San looked troubled.
Seeing this, Li Yusong misunderstood and assumed Tang San was ashamed because his Martial Soul was too poor. He patted Tang San on the shoulder and encouraged him. "Don't worry. Even if you have a Trash Martial Soul, the fact that you've cultivated it to this level at your age is already proof enough that you're a Little Monster.
"And we at Shrek have always accepted only monsters, never ordinary people."
"Only monsters, never ordinary people." Tang San savored the deeper meaning of the words.
"All right, don't waste time. Hurry up and release your Martial Soul," Li Yusong urged.
That was what he said, but Tang San knew that as soon as the other man saw his two ten-year Soul Rings, he would probably send him packing.
A Great Soul Master with two ten-year Soul Rings—what kind of monster was that? More like a good-for-nothing.
Fortunately, they had anticipated this situation. Before Tang San came, Yu Xiaogang had already prepared him for it.
Tang San