Heaven Dou Royal Academy, faculty residential area.
"Other than Xiao San, there's actually someone else who can cultivate the Blue Silver Grass martial soul past level 30?"
A hint of surprise appeared on Yu Xiaogang's stiff face, and his dim eyes turned to Tang San beside him.
Noticing Yu Xiaogang's reaction, Flender muttered somewhat unhappily, "You think I'd lie to you?"
On the other side, seeing Yu Xiaogang's questioning gaze, Tang San nodded to him and said, "It's true, Teacher."
To be honest, even though nearly five days had already passed, Tang San's mind was still far from calm, nowhere near as composed as his face looked right now.
Time returned to that evening five days ago.
Only the last sliver of sunset remained on the horizon. The earth was shrouded in darkness, and the stars and moon in the sky gave off a faint light.
Two bonfires lit up an area of over a dozen meters. Seven or eight foot-long freshwater fish, five rabbits, and three chickens had long since been gutted and cleaned, then placed beside the fires, licked by the tongues of flame.
From time to time, fat dripped down, making a sizzling sound on the crimson coals. Waves of meaty aroma, made richer by all kinds of seasonings, spread through the air, making Ma Hongjun, more than a dozen meters away, keep swallowing his saliva.
Smack!
A broad palm once again made intimate contact with that round back of the head. Zhao Wuji handed over a big meat sausage and said at the same time, "Stop looking. Eat Xiao Ao's big sausage."
"Exactly!" Oscar recited the soul chant, "Your father has a big sausage," created a new big sausage, and handed it to Dai Mubai beside him. Then he said to Ma Hongjun, "Fatty, my