Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath. After gathering his thoughts, he shouted.
"Xiao San!"
"What's happened to you?"
"Are you going to let one little setback crush you?"
"Look at yourself. Are you still the Xiao San I know—the one who never gives up, who always stays calm and confident?"
His voice thundered against Tang San's eardrums, jolting him out of his vacant stare for a moment.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang, his voice still low.
"Teacher, I've disappointed you!"
Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Tang San had finally snapped out of that state.
As long as Tang San could still listen to him, there was hope.
His expression stern, he said, "Xiao San, you have disappointed me!"
Tang San's face fell.
But Yu Xiaogang immediately changed tack, speaking with the frustration of someone who knew his student could do better.
"But I'm not disappointed because you lost to Qi Dao in the arena. I'm disappointed because you gave up after losing to him."
"If one little setback is enough to break you, then you don't deserve to be my disciple."
"Back then, I was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. My father was its clan leader, Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen."
"Yet despite being his son, I awakened Luo Sanpao, a Trash Martial Soul with only half a level of innate soul power. The world mocked me for it."
"If I'd given up like you have now, could I ever have become the Grandmaster?"
Tang San perked up a little as he listened to Yu Xiaogang's impassioned account.
That was right. He had lost to Qi Dao, but he still had Twin Martial Souls. He was destined to become a powerful Titled Douluo like his father.
And his teacher?
Because