Yu Xiaogang was knocked to the ground, and his relatively neat cloth clothes were instantly splattered with foul water.
His face, which had been calm and composed, was now struggling to hold it together. The corner of his mouth twitched, and a flash of irritation crossed his eyes.
"Who dares block our way? Have you got no eyes..."
"Teacher!"
Ma Hongjun had been shouting arrogantly after knocking into someone, but before he could finish, Tang San called out, "Teacher!"
The words died in Ma Hongjun's throat.
"This guy is your teacher, Tang San?"
"He doesn't seem much stronger than me."
Tang San gave him a cold look. A chill ran down Ma Hongjun's back, and he hunched his shoulders, not daring to say anything more.
But he still muttered under his breath that the man wasn't even a Soul Elder.
"Teacher, what brings you here?"
Tang San helped Yu Xiaogang to his feet and hurriedly asked.
Yu Xiaogang straightened his clothes, fighting back his disgust. "I resigned from my post in Nuoding City. I thought you'd have no one to teach you here, so I came over. Have things been all right for you?"
He didn't mention that he'd been driven out for freeloading for years.
When he left, the teachers who had long since been fed up with him had raised their hands and cheered. They'd even held a banquet that lasted all day.
Hearing this, Tang San's eyes grew slightly red. He was moved beyond words.
As expected, his teacher was the one who truly cared for him. Even his father couldn't do this much.
Speaking of his father, he'd said last time that he would avenge Tang San, but he'd never come back.
Meanwhile, Qin Jiuxiao was still standing here, perfectly fine. Could his father have lied