Whoosh!
At this moment, inside Yu Xiaogang's dormitory, Tang San abruptly opened his eyes and immediately met Yu Xiaogang's still-expectant gaze.
His expression could not help but darken.
"Little San, what's wrong?"
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment before quickly asking with concern.
Tang San merely stared silently at Yu Xiaogang, his gaze constantly shifting. His hand twitched again and again, as though something inside his narrow sleeve was about to emerge...
But in the end, he abandoned a certain thought in his heart and forcibly calmed himself down. He repeatedly told himself that Yu Xiaogang had no reason to harm him, nor did Yu Xiaogang have the guts to do so. Yu Xiaogang would still have considerable use to him in the future, and killing him might even bring trouble upon himself... Thus, Tang San's hand stopped trembling.
"Little San? Little San?"
When Tang San did not respond, Yu Xiaogang waved a hand in front of him again.
"Sigh..."
Tang San sighed. He still did not wish to speak, merely rising slowly to his feet and circulating his Soul Power. Sure enough, a ring gradually rose from beneath his feet... Not a crystalline one like Huo Yuhao's, but an ordinary white ten-year Soul Ring!
He looked at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes utterly lifeless. The meaning was obvious—
See for yourself what you've done.
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the white Soul Ring revolving around Tang San. He had no mind to notice Tang San's gaze at all, only muttering incessantly, "Th-this is impossible. He is your... How could he possibly harm you? What exactly went wrong?"
Tang San, whose nerves had long been stretched taut, naturally heard every word Yu Xiaogang said. He inwardly thought, Just as I thought. His guess had been correct.