Tang Hao first let out a sigh, then said, "Uncle owes you an apology. I overheard your conversation with Little San just now."
Jiang Chen froze for a moment, then said, "Uncle Tang, I know you have some grievances with Spirit Hall, but Spirit Hall recognized my potential and gave me this opportunity. If you're going to persuade me to leave like Little San did, then I can only say I'm sorry."
Tang Hao fixed his cloudy eyes on Jiang Chen and asked, "How much do you know about me?"
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, "I heard that the previous Pope once led people into battle against you. Other than that, I don't know anything."
Tang Hao watched Jiang Chen for a moment and found no sign that he was lying. He continued, "From your conversation with Little San just now, your cultivation seems fairly high. What rank are you now?"
"I just broke through to Soul King," Jiang Chen answered truthfully.
If Tang Hao wanted to verify his cultivation, it would be far too easy. Jiang Chen had no way to hide it.
Shock finally appeared on Tang Hao's weathered, stiff face.
"I truly wasn't wrong about you back then. Your talent is far greater than Little San's." He could not help recalling the strange phenomenon from Jiang Chen's awakening years ago—the lightning that had descended from the heavens.
"Your status in Spirit Hall isn't low, is it?" Tang Hao lowered his head and took a sip of tea, asking in an apparently casual tone.
"Yes. Actually, there are five great geniuses in Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. I'm the last one."
Tang Hao gazed deeply at Jiang Chen and sighed. "Just now, I actually had the impulse to kill you."
Jiang Chen's heart jolted, and the