When Tang San saw the furious expression on his teacher, Yu Xiaogang's face, he realized that what he had just said might have been a little too hurtful.
But during the battle just now, Tang San had indeed realized that Blue Silver Grass simply couldn't compare to those top-tier Martial Souls.
If he had cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer, things wouldn't have turned out like this.
"Useless! Are you really going to lose heart over just one battle?"
At that moment, a furious shout came from the doorway. A man dressed in black suddenly appeared in front of Tang San.
"Master, I'm fine. I'll go give Little San a good lesson."
After saying this, the man in black grabbed Tang San and led him out of the resting room.
When the man in black appeared, Yu Xiaogang was initially stunned, but he gradually calmed down.
He knew the newcomer was Tang Hao.
With Tang Hao's guidance, Tang San would surely get back on track soon and realize that his theories were correct.
After bringing Tang San to an uninhabited open ground, Tang Hao shoved him to the ground.
"Father!"
Tang San looked at Tang Hao's face, his expression brightening with delight. He had only just called out to him when—
Tang Hao slapped him across the face.
The blow was so powerful that Tang San went flying and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Blue Silver Grass is the Martial Soul your mother gave you. You lost one battle, and now you dare look down on your Martial Soul?"
"That's the only thing your mother left you while she was alive!"
"Do you understand?"
Tang Hao's face darkened as he strode over to Tang San and raised his hand to strike him.
The gap between him and a Titled Douluo left