Jiang Lan beckoned to Xue Qinghe, signaling for him to lean in and listen.
Xue Qinghe hesitated for a moment, but still turned his cheek toward Jiang Lan and leaned close.
They were so close that Jiang Lan could even smell a faint, warm fragrance, like a quilt that had been basking in the sun.
"Brother Qinghe, do you know Yu Xiaogang?" Jiang Lan asked quietly.
As Jiang Lan spoke, his warm breath brushed Xue Qinghe's cheek, making his face grow hot.
Apart from his grandfather, Jiang Lan was the first man to get this close to him.
"Yu Xiaogang?" Xue Qinghe suppressed the strange emotions stirring within him. "If I remember correctly, he's the son of Yu Yuanzhen, the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His martial soul underwent a detrimental mutation, and his innate soul power was only half a rank. He's a theoretical grandmaster. What about him?"
Hearing Qian Renxue call Yu Xiaogang a theoretical grandmaster, Jiang Lan couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Great. Another ignorant fool.
"A theoretical grandmaster? He's just fishing for fame. Brother Qinghe, have you ever read his theories?" Jiang Lan scoffed.
"No. Is there something wrong with them?" Xue Qinghe asked in surprise.
He had come to Heaven Dou as an undercover agent at the age of nine. If he wasn't scheming and maneuvering, he was on his way to doing so.
He barely had enough time to cultivate each day. Where would he find the time to read any theories?
Besides, all he needed for his soul rings were soul beasts with light, fire, or sacred attributes.
"His theories are nothing more than summaries of his predecessors' experiences. And plenty of them are wrong. In one, he claims there are no useless martial souls, only soul masters who don't