Tang San stood to one side, his expression both awkward and bewildered. He had never expected his teacher to have such a dark history.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's defeated expression, Xiao Wu's lips curled slightly upward.
"And another thing—those so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul of yours, weren't they just things other people had researched, rephrased in your own words? Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul? I'd say Ten Plagiarism Techniques would be more fitting."
Yu Xiaogang's face went completely dark. Pointing at Xiao Wu, he trembled with rage.
"You... you... what would a little girl like you know?"
Xiao Wu spread her hands, looking as innocent as could be.
"I don't know, but my mother said people should be honest. They shouldn't be like certain people who are clearly nothing, yet insist on pretending to be some great master."
Yu Xiaogang was so furious he nearly spat blood, but he did not dare do anything to Xiao Wu.
Watching his teacher get rebuked into speechlessness by a little girl, Tang San felt uncomfortable as well. After all, this was the master he had just kowtowed to acknowledge.
He stepped forward and defended him righteously.
"Xiao Wu, my teacher is an elder no matter what. Isn't it a little excessive for you to speak like that?"
Xiao Wu glanced at him, her expression carrying a hint of amusement.
"Oh? You're his disciple? Then you'd better be careful. Follow a teacher like that, and one day you might not even know how you died."
Tang San choked on those words, his face instantly flushing red.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger as he squeezed out a strained smile.
"Xiao Wu, you may have some misunderstandings about me. But that's all right. Time reveals a person's heart. In