Nuoding City, Spirit Hall branch.
People came and went in the reception hall. Soul Masters handled all kinds of procedures, while the low murmur of conversation filled the air.
Tang San stood at the entrance, anxiously sweeping his gaze around.
Today, he had heard from an academy gatekeeper that Yu Xiaogang seemed to have headed toward Spirit Hall a few days ago.
After hesitating for a moment, he still walked inside.
The moment he entered, he spotted a familiar figure: Su Yuntao.
The Spirit Hall deacon who had awakened his Martial Soul back then was walking through a side corridor with a stack of documents in hand.
"Master Su!" Tang San's eyes lit up. He hurried forward and stopped in front of Su Yuntao.
Su Yuntao halted and looked up at Tang San. Recognizing him as that Blue Silver Grass kid with Innate Full Soul Power, he nodded. "It's you, little fellow. What is it?"
Su Yuntao still remembered this unusual boy. After all, Innate Full Soul Power paired with a useless Martial Soul was an exceptionally rare contradiction.
"Hello, Master Su." Tang San tried to keep his tone polite. "I wanted to ask whether you've seen my teacher, Yu Xiaogang, these past few days. He should have come to collect his Soul Master subsidy a few days ago."
At the mention of "Yu Xiaogang," Su Yuntao's expression shifted slightly. He glanced around before lowering his voice. "Tang San, come with me."
He led Tang San to a relatively secluded corner of the hall before speaking in a grave tone. "Tang San, take my advice. Sever your master-disciple relationship with Yu Xiaogang as soon as possible."
Tang San's heart sank, and his brows furrowed tightly. "Why? Master Su, what do you mean?"
Su Yuntao sighed and lowered his voice further.