Flender was finally released, but only after handing over all his possessions and taking on a debt of two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Tang San, whom he carried out, now had an empty waist as well; the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges had also been left behind in the Soul Fighting Arena as collateral.
But none of that was the most important thing. What mattered most was Xiao Gang. He had no idea how Xiao Gang was doing.
As for rescuing him from Spirit Hall's hands, Flender did not have that ability. If it came down to it, he could only notify the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and hope that, for the clan's sake, Spirit Hall would spare Xiao Gang.
He looked again at the heavily injured, unconscious Tang San in his arms and sighed. He should take Little San back to the academy for treatment first. Little San was Xiao Gang's most cherished treasure.
He would have Shao Xin feed him a few candy beans to help him recover. As for finding a healing-type Spirit Master? Sorry, no money.
Spirit Hall's Suotuo City branch hall,
"Let me out! I want to see your Pope!"
Yu Xiaogang, locked inside a dark compartment, could no longer endure the oppressive cell. He slapped the iron door and shouted.
"Quiet!"
A patrol guard kicked the compartment's iron door. Every so often, Yu Xiaogang would start yelling nonsense, always babbling about wanting to see the Pope. Who did he think he was?
Perhaps because an iron door still separated him from the patrol guards, or perhaps because he believed that his father was a Titled Douluo and Spirit Hall would not truly dare do anything to him, Yu Xiaogang's confidence returned after two days of imprisonment.
"Release me immediately, or my father will