However, God King Tang was still God King Tang. Once he recalled the events of his past life, his emotions quickly calmed.
Yeah, so what if this world was different?
He had foreknowledge. He was a man holding the script in his hands, with great opportunities like the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, which symbolized a divine inheritance, hidden in his heart. Who could possibly contend with him?!
As for that bullshit senior brother who had appeared out of nowhere...
Tang San's eyes flickered.
He hoped that guy would not stand in the way of his Dao Path. Otherwise, he would be on the Path to Death.
At the same time.
In the void, Wang Zhao's gaze changed as well, slowly shifting from its previous leisureliness into something profound.
A variable.
He had encountered them more than once, so he was not as shocked as a certain God King. Still, he had his doubts.
Tang San's senior brother, Yu Xiaogang's disciple... Since when? Why had he never heard of this?
As he pondered, Wang Zhao decided that later, in his capacity as the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, he would make a trip to the Spirit Hall Branch in Nuoding City and have someone compile the records of the new-generation Soul Masters from Nuoding City and its surrounding villages over the past few years, including this year.
He wanted to see exactly what sort of freak Yu Xiaogang's mysteriously concealed disciple was.
For various reasons, Wang Zhao knew quite a bit about Yu Xiaogang's personality. Judging by his standards for accepting students and the importance he had inadvertently shown when mentioning that disciple to Tang San just now, the person who had become Yu Xiaogang's disciple before Tang San was presumably quite gifted.