As Yu Xiaogang pondered, he suddenly rose and walked to the bookshelf. He pulled out a somewhat battered but not old notebook, flipped through it, and placed it on the table near Tang San.
"These are some notes I compiled over the years from inquiries into Dragon King Hall Lord Wang Zhao. You can take a look first."
Yu Xiaogang paced around Tang San as he spoke.
Tang San picked it up and looked through it.
"Medical arts... Grand Tutor..."
Tang San murmured to himself. After reading for only a short while, he could not help but look up at Yu Xiaogang.
"Grand Tutor? He..."
Yu Xiaogang paused. "Perhaps it's merely a coincidence. Little San, don't dwell on it too much."
Tang San nodded gravely.
Then, having prepared his words, Yu Xiaogang looked at the young Tang San, whose expression kept shifting for some unknown reason. He was only briefly surprised, assuming that this otherwise normal super genius simply found it hard to accept the existence of such a monstrously gifted young legend. So he began to comfort him.
"Little San, that Hall Lord is no ordinary person. He must have gone through experiences beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so there's no need for you to fall into self-doubt because of him. Compared to ordinary people, you are already exceptionally outstanding."
"Right, how could I forget? The information in this notebook is rather complicated. At your young age, you may not know how to make sense of it. Let me explain it to you more clearly."
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang returned to his seat and sat down. He clasped his hands, resting his elbows on the tabletop, adopting a shrewd posture as he began to explain to Tang San in detail.
"Wang Zhao... hmm, he should be sixteen