There was uncontrollable excitement in Tang San's voice, even a slight tremor.
He had been stuck at level twenty for a full ten years.
Ten years ago, he had followed his teacher to Spirit City, fully believing that he would break through before long.
Yet year after year passed. His teacher's hair grew whiter, and his Soul Power accumulated ever more deeply, but he could never break through that invisible bottleneck.
Now, someone had finally done it.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the long-lost light in Tang San's eyes. He opened his mouth, but it felt as though something had lodged in his throat, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
His mind was completely blank at that moment.
Bibi Dong had clearly just told him that she would help him claim the credit for the Self-Condensed Soul Ring.
Yet before a single day had passed, the plan had fallen through.
Then what was he?
He had gone to great lengths to put aside his pride and accept Bibi Dong's arrangement!
What had he become now?
His pride was gone, he had failed to uphold his bottom line, and the credit would not fall into his hands either.
He knew very well that once this announcement was released, the Self-Condensed Soul Ring would have nothing whatsoever to do with the Creation Institute—or with Yu Xiaogang himself.
"Teacher?"
"What's wrong?"
Tang San, who had been immensely excited, hurriedly showed concern when he saw his teacher's dazed expression.
"N-No... nothing..."
Only after Tang San shook him a few times did Yu Xiaogang come back to his senses.
He definitely would not say it.
Was he supposed to tell Tang San that he had just returned from Pope Palace, where he had just arranged for Bibi Dong to steal someone else's credit?
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