In the small courtyard at Moonlight Pavilion, Yu Xiaogang heard what had happened in Sunset Forest and lost his mind completely.
His eyes bulged, his hair hung in disarray, and he muttered without stop, his voice hoarse and shrill.
"Impossible! The maximum age of a First Soul Ring is four hundred and twenty-three years, and the maximum for a Second Soul Ring is seven hundred and sixty-four! My theory, my theory..."
He snatched up the teacup on the table and smashed it against the floor. Porcelain shards flew, and tea splashed everywhere.
"This has to be a lie! A rumor! That brat Zhi An must have used some kind of evil art!"
Yu Xiaogang staggered to his feet and pointed out the window, his face turning liver-red as veins bulged on his neck.
"There are iron laws governing Soul Ring Configuration! They're trampling the foundations of the Soul Master World! He's destroying the rules!"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. Foam gathered at the corners of his mouth, and his hands clawed at the air as though he meant to tear those invisible "rules" apart.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! My theory of Martial Soul Mutation, my optimal Soul Ring ratios—how could they be wrong?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly clutched his head and crouched on the ground in agony, letting out a dry laugh that made the hair stand on end.
"Haha... Wrong? I was wrong? No, the world has gone mad! Xuan Xiao drove this world mad!"
Tang San sat in the shadows of a corner, a frightening chill radiating from him as he stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang.
As he listened to Yu Xiaogang's ravings, he felt the taut string in his mind snap.
"Shut up!"
Tang San roared, his eyes bloodred. Black-red