After his words fell.
Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, raised his head, and gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle with blazing eyes. Affecting the manner of a lofty expert, he strode out with the bearing of a dragon and tiger.
The gatekeeper froze when he heard the voice.
The one who had spoken turned out to be Yu Xiaogang, the Trash Grandmaster whom everyone at Nuoding Academy despised.
The gatekeeper curled his lips in secret disdain. Rather than showing the respect ordinary people ought to have for a Spirit Master, he said in an exceptionally indifferent tone:
"Grandmaster, so it's you."
With his head held high, Yu Xiaogang arrogantly did not even spare the gatekeeper a glance. He walked forward on his own, bent down to pick up the Spirit Master Certificate from the ground, and gave it a look.
Having confirmed the suspicion in his heart, he was instantly overjoyed.
To maintain the bearing of an expert, Yu Xiaogang forcibly suppressed his delight. The corners of his mouth pulled apart as he tried to display a warm, genial smile.
Yet in the gatekeeper's eyes, that smile was incomparably ugly. It sent a chill down his spine, and he hurriedly backed away several steps, distancing himself from the Trash Grandmaster.
Yu Xiaogang was utterly unaware. His gaze swept back and forth between Old Jack and Tang San several times before finally settling on Tang San, his eyes carrying a hint of deep meaning.
Tang San suddenly felt as if he had been seen through. His left wrist unconsciously lifted a little higher, aiming at Yu Xiaogang's crotch.
If he raised it just a little more, he could target Yu Xiaogang's chest and abdomen.
Yu Xiaogang had no idea that he had already been targeted by