"Hiss~"
Whether Tang San did it intentionally or not, his Blue Silver Grass, under his control, slowly but steadily coiled around Yu Xiaogang's body. Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang assumed Tang San wanted his help testing the Soul Skill. Already feeling guilty toward Tang San, he naturally did not refuse.
The instant he was bound by the Blue Silver Grass, Yu Xiaogang spread his arms as though allowing Tang San to test its toughness. Then he took a deep breath, and an utterly blissful expression instantly appeared on his face.
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
Tang San frowned imperceptibly at the sight.
What kind of expression was that? Was the effect of his First Soul Skill really that exaggerated?
It was merely a Ten-Year Soul Skill...
Just as Tang San was mocking himself inwardly, Yu Xiaogang suddenly said to him with inexplicable excitement:
"Little San, your First Soul Skill doesn't seem to be as bad as we imagined!"
"How could that be?"
Tang San looked utterly unconvinced.
"It's true. This is a blessing in disguise."
Yu Xiaogang paused and gestured for Tang San to withdraw the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him. Only then did he regain a bit of his Great Master's bearing. He clasped his hands behind his back, calmly took a sip of tea from the table, and began explaining to Tang San.
"Your First Soul Skill—you called it 'Stinky Bind,' right? The name is somewhat indecent, but it isn't as simple as it appears."
"If I didn't observe wrongly just now, Little San, take a careful look at the grayish-white spots on your Blue Silver Grass. When you unleash your First Soul Skill, they quietly emit a colorless stench similar to the smell of a creature's fart... Hey, hey, Little San, what kind of look is that?"
"Listen to