There wasn't much about Liu Erlong, and Huang Tian quickly finished browsing through it all.
He furrowed his brow slightly, looking as if he had a toothache.
The motives of many characters in the novel were crystal clear. Gu Yuena cared most about the Soul Beast race, while Xiao Wu was more worried about her identity as a Soul Beast: first, she feared people coveting her Soul Rings and Soul Bones, and second, she feared being treated as an outsider.
Zhu Zhuqing wanted to survive the battle royale, while Qian Renxue wanted to prove herself to Bibi Dong.
Even Gangzi had a clear goal: to teach a badass disciple so he could show off.
Liu Erlong, however, had none at all. She was practically just a prop whose sole purpose was to make Yu Xiaogang look good.
Apparently, she was willing to break through the bounds of ethics for love, but the story never explained what she liked about the other person. It simply couldn't make the relationship work, so in the end it actually blamed it on an illusion.
How was that any different from casting a spell on her?
Unable to figure out Liu Erlong, Huang Tian tried looking for answers in Yu Xiaogang instead.
But the instant the idea entered his mind, his expression turned into that of the subway old man, utterly indescribable.
His talent, strength, looks, and character were all beyond criticism—in the worst way.
As for his academic ability, Gangzi's theories might fool an ordinary commoner or two, but surely the daughter of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's vice sect master hadn't only received a prenatal education?
The same went for background and wealth. A forty-year-old Soul Saint with a future that guaranteed at least the rank of high-level Soul Douluo couldn't possibly