"Hello, Master."
The gray-clad man's voice was extremely hoarse, every word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
"And you are?"
Yu Xiaogang looked up, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes.
"Come to think of it, it's been more than ten years since we last met."
"Looking like this, it's no wonder you couldn't recognize me."
The gray-clad man slowly raised his head, a bitter smile appearing on his scar-crossed face.
"I'm Tang Hao!"
As soon as the words fell, dense black Soul Power suddenly erupted around the gray-clad man.
The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand out of thin air. The terrifying pressure surrounding the hammer froze the air throughout the room.
"You?!"
"How did you end up like this?"
Yu Xiaogang abruptly rose from his chair, gripping the edge of the desk tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning bluish white from the force.
"There's no need to bring up the past."
"I came here for two reasons: to ask you a few questions, and to ask a favor of you."
Tang Hao dismissed his martial soul, and the black Soul Power receded like a tide.
"Ask away."
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"Is there a martial soul in this world capable of controlling another person's thoughts?"
A hint of hope flashed through Tang Hao's clouded eyes, though no one knew what he was thinking.
"Martial souls come in countless varieties, and spiritual-type martial souls have always been unfathomable."
"Martial souls that can control thoughts do exist, but to control someone perfectly without being noticed..."
"Even controlling an ordinary person would require at least the strength of a Titled Douluo, along with special soul skills."
Yu Xiaogang unconsciously tapped his fingertips against the tabletop.