At present, Ning Qinghe truly seemed like an authority in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Even he had begun to consider the possibility of successfully breaking through.
This Martial Soul, this half-level Innate Soul Power—this was one of the inner demons that had haunted him for decades.
But he quickly suppressed it.
Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang, can't you show a little ambition?
He wanted to refuse, yet could not bring himself to do so outright. Yu Xiaogang kept a cold face as he wavered.
He wanted to figure it out himself and slap those people's faces hard.
I, Yu Xiaogang, am the foremost authority on Soul Master theory—the master of the Soul Master world!!!
His mind ran wild with fanciful thoughts, strengthening his resolve not to accept.
Only a small shred of reason wanted to speed things along.
If they begged him, then perhaps... maybe... it wouldn't be impossible!
No one knew what was going through his mind.
But Yu Yuanzhen was helpless as he watched Yu Xiaogang remain silent.
"Dean Ning, could you explain the situation first?"
"No matter what, what I promised just now still stands."
He hoped that after Ning Qinghe spoke, Yu Xiaogang could take the opportunity to offer his cooperation with the treatment.
As for everything else, he would handle it. He had no intention of reneging on his promise, either.
Tang San, who had been treated like air by everyone present, watched coldly from the sidelines. He felt that his teacher was somewhat incomprehensible.
But he did not say anything. After all, he was just that respectful of his teacher.
Now that he heard Ning Qinghe was going to explain Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul, he pricked up his ears as well.
Although Yu Xiaogang kept a cold expression, his excited heart and trembling hands still gave