When Yu Xiaogang mentioned Tang San, a smile appeared on his stiff face. He was clearly very satisfied with his disciple.
Seeing him like that, Flender also wanted to find a disciple. He had made up his mind: after helping Yu Xiaogang hunt for his Third Soul Ring, he would go out and look around, and see if he could find a genius to take as his disciple.
He was a flying Martial Soul Master, so ideally he would come across a genius with the same kind of Martial Soul. Whatever else, it needed to have wings.
The two talked from dawn until dusk. Yu Xiaogang got drunk and passed out on the table, so Flender moved him to his own quarters, laid him on his bed, and tucked him in.
After that, Flender returned to his office, lay down in his rocking chair, and fell asleep.
Yu Xiaogang slept until noon the next day. He had some vague, fragmented memories of what had happened the previous evening.
When he saw where he was lying and the blanket over him, he smiled. It felt good to have a friend who cared about him.
He pulled back the blanket, found some water, washed up, and headed for Flender's office. As he passed the open ground on campus, he saw Tang San and Xiao Wu already training their combat skills.
They were disciplined and serious. A disciple like that really did put one's mind at ease.
"Teacher!" Tang San greeted him respectfully.
Yu Xiaogang was in a good mood. He didn't wear his usual stern expression, and nodded at them with a look of approval. "You're finally taking the initiative. That's good. No matter where you are, cultivation comes first. Go on, keep at it!"
After saying that, Yu Xiaogang quickly left.