Tang San, my worthy dream disciple, the rebellious disciple from my previous life—he had appeared before me just like that? Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the pitch-black Tang San before him, who reeked of filth. Was this really Tang San???
"Wait, something's wrong. Why do all of you call me Gangzi?" Shouldn't they all have called him Master in his previous life? Yu Xiaogang came to his senses.
Tang Hao grinned. "Calling you Gangzi means we're close. Don't push your luck. If we don't call you Gangzi, should we call you Lung Mist instead? If you're willing, that works too!"
Yu Xiaogang's swollen, red face looked awful. "I'm a master of Soul Master theory, after all..."
"Master? With that monkey-faced look of yours, you think you deserve it?" Tang Hao sneered without restraint, releasing a wave of Soul Power pressure toward Yu Xiaogang.
Xiao Gang was naturally forced to his knees. He was so terrified that he wet himself.
"Get up. I said, stand up—"
Yu Xiaogang shakily rose to his feet. Humiliated beyond measure, he bowed and asked with a fawning expression, "Your Excellency Clear Sky, what brings you to me so late at night?"
"Xiao San's Martial Soul has already awakened, but I have some matters I can't get away from. I'll have to trouble you, Gangzi, to look after him for the time being," Tang Hao said.
Ah, just look after him? Shouldn't Tang San bow and acknowledge him as master, with one day as master meaning a lifetime as father? Yu Xiaogang froze slightly.
"How about it, Xiao San? Why don't you take me as your master? My abilities are recognized across the continent. I can definitely train you into a peak expert," Yu Xiaogang shamelessly suggested.
What a joke. Did I, Tang San, need a