"Just a child?"
Liu Erlong looked toward Qian Yu. She couldn't help feeling that something was off.
Just moments ago, she had clearly sensed a fierce killing intent.
It hadn't been aimed at her, but it had been aimed at Xiao Gang.
Liu Erlong wouldn't tolerate anyone daring to harm Xiao Gang.
Even if it was just a child, she had to put him to the test.
At that moment, Qian Yu was holding a copy of The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, written by Yu Xiaogang, and reading it with rapt attention.
He was quite confident in his disguise and didn't think Yu Xiaogang could see through it. He was only putting on an act because he didn't want to greet Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.
Given the identity he was impersonating, he would have to respectfully bow to either Liu Erlong or Yu Xiaogang.
By comparison, he chose the less irritating option: studying The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.
"Erlong, leave him be."
Just as Liu Erlong was about to approach, Yu Xiaogang stopped her.
Yu Xiaogang naturally knew who Dai Tianheng was.
Knowing that was precisely why he found him so revolting.
Just an imperial brat relying on his status to corrupt the academy's atmosphere. Did he really think that pretending to be interested in Martial Soul Theory would earn Yu Xiaogang's favor?
What a joke.
Now that Yu Xiaogang had become a God Teacher, he no longer needed anyone else's approval.
Countless people wanted to become his disciples, and countless geniuses waited for him to choose them.
But compared to Tang San, they were all trash—not worthy of his notice.
The Star Luo Empire's royal family thought they could win him over with such a clumsy ploy. How childish.
Liu Erlong still felt that