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Standing in the Soul Fighting Arena, Tang San felt the audience's frenzied cheers and admiration wash over him. He could only find it all rather dull.
In his heart, even being showered with all the glory in the world could never compare to a single word of approval from his master.
On the arena, his gaze immediately locked onto the tall, gentle figure in the VIP seats. Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San darted away, using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to swiftly pass through the competitors' corridor and head straight for the VIP box.
"Master!"
The moment he entered, Tang San could barely contain his excitement. He hurried over to Jiang Li.
The Thousand-Hand Asura, who had been as calm as a killing machine on the Soul Fighting stage, now looked like a child eager to show his father a perfect test score. His eyes brimmed with affection and longing.
In his eyes, Tang Hao—that drunkard who had used an evil scheme to seize his own mother's Soul Ring and had ignored him completely, a man who deserved to die—could offer him nothing but blood ties.
But the man before him had not only given him hope for a new life, he had also sheltered him from the wind and rain like a towering tree.
Only his master's praise could truly affirm him!
Jiang Li looked at the poised young man before him, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
Just look at him. No wonder he was Jiang Li's precious disciple!
He really did know how to teach a disciple. Heh heh heh heh heh heh—
"Not bad, Xiao San. To have reached Soul King cultivation at