Tang Hao closed his eyes in pain.
He finally understood that Yu Xiaogang truly was nothing but trash. He had not fled out of cowardice; he had run because he knew he would be exposed.
Tang Hao was exhausted.
He slowly clenched his fists.
Fine. Very fine. You were Xiaosan's teacher. I never intended to kill you, at most teach you a lesson.
Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang!
I will kill you!
Yet after the fury came even greater helplessness. I only wanted Revenge. Why... damn heavens, why did you have to treat me like this?
Tang Hao truly needed someone to help this pitiful father and son.
There were not many people on the continent whom he trusted and who understood martial souls. The only one left was Ning Fengzhi.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the world's foremost support-type martial soul, yet it also had a flaw: its wielders could never break through Rank Eighty in their lives.
That was why they understood martial souls far more deeply than most. Perhaps because of the limitations of their martial soul, they held a certain obsession and were especially interested in strange and unusual things, willing to pay high prices to buy them or learn about them.
Perhaps Ning Fengzhi had a solution.
Back when Yu Xiaogang had been teaching Tang San, Tang Hao had not gone to Ning Fengzhi when Tang San's Blue Silver Grass developed problems. But that was no longer possible. Tang San had publicly declared during the Soul Master Tournament that he would kill Xia Yan.
Ning Fengzhi could not possibly help him. He might even reveal his whereabouts to Spirit Hall.
There was no point in seeking anyone now. No one could help them.
Damn it.
Damn it!
Why? Why was everyone targeting us?!
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