Yu Xiaogang opened the envelope and read it word by word. A moment later, his old face darkened.
The letter was from his father, Yu Yuanzhen. It mainly told him about his little niece's innate rank thirty soul power and gave him a stern scolding.
It sent him straight back to his childhood.
He recalled those days spent under his elder brother's shadow.
Back then, he had been compared to his elder brother every single day.
Now he was fifty, and they were still comparing him to his elder brother's daughter.
For fuck's sake, don't you people have anything better to do?
"Innate rank thirty? How is that possible? Father really knows how to boast. I'm fifty and still stuck at rank twenty-nine. How could that little niece reach rank thirty the moment she awakened her martial soul?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, feeling that his father had grown senile.
Innate soul power could only reach rank ten at most.
Still, his father had actually sent him a letter, and that warmed his heart.
Father still has a place for me in his heart.
I hope that, within my lifetime, I can become a grandmaster renowned across the continent and return to the sect.
With his heart full of hope, Yu Xiaogang drifted off to sleep.
The next day.
Yu Xiaogang called Tang San and Xiao Qu to his room, ready to impart his teachings.
It was worth mentioning that Tang San had successfully become the boss of Dorm Seven through the imposing presence of an old man.
He had originally planned to wait until Xiao Wu arrived at Dorm Seven, then hand the position over to her. But even after staying up all night, he had not seen so much as a hair of her rabbit fur, and it