Just as Tang San was wavering in suspicion, Huo Yuhao suddenly spoke from nearby:
"Hey... aren't you really going to try using your martial soul? Even if your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, I believe Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power can't be that simple."
Tang San fell silent at those words.
Of course he knew his martial soul was anything but simple. It just hadn't awakened into the Blue Silver Emperor yet, and Blue Silver Grass that hadn't even absorbed Soul Rings would be useless if he summoned it now.
Based on the strength Huo Yuhao had displayed while fighting him earlier—strength that, like his own, was utterly unfitting for their age—he could easily predict that his Blue Silver Grass would be something Huo Yuhao could tear apart with a single tug.
Seeing Tang San's silence, Huo Yuhao continued, "Then does what you said earlier still count? You said that as long as I lasted ten moves against you, you wouldn't trouble me again. More than ten moves have already passed, right? I can enter Dorm Seven now, can't I?"
Tang San's expression darkened for a moment.
"It counts, but..."
"But what?"
Seeing that Tang San seemed to be looking for another excuse to "bully Yuhao," Xiao Wu stepped forward again. Standing in front of Huo Yuhao, she confronted Tang San fiercely.
"Tang San, you aren't some petty man who goes back on his word, are you?"
Tang San's eyes widened uncontrollably.
He had always considered himself a refined gentleman. How could he accept being called a "petty man"? Xiao Wu, you already have... No, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! If it was Xiao Wu saying it, then of course it was fine. Ah, that wasn't right either—it was something he could choose to forgive.
Tang San's expression