Still, since he had been given another lifetime, he would reluctantly forgive Luo Sanpao for dragging him down.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang still rejected the method Spirit Hall had announced. He was utterly convinced. "Spirit Hall must have some immortal herb with spiritual roots that they fed to the Seven-Cannon Team beforehand, allowing their Martial Souls to evolve."
In Gangzi's worldview, aside from Immortal Herbs and God Blood, there was no way for Luo Sanpao to return to being the Golden Holy Dragon.
He could never acknowledge the Martial Soul transformation method Qian Xunyi had revealed. If he admitted it, what would that make him? A Lung Mist? How could he be a Lung Mist?
Yu Xiaogang began making calculations in his heart. Could he use Bibi Dong's hand to obtain Immortal Herbs from Spirit Hall that could transform Luo Sanpao?
Buzz Cut could not help imagining a scene—he wore a black academic gown and stood upon the back of the Golden Holy Dragon. The Holy Dragon spread its wings and soared toward the sunset beneath the evening glow, ascending to the God Realm. Below, countless people worshipped his wisdom and greatness.
Late at night, Tang Hao appeared on the windowsill outside Tang San's hospital room. He opened the window and climbed in.
"Xiao San, are you all right?"
Tang San's eyes regained their sparkle. Looking at his father, he said, "Father, I'm fine."
"Do you need me to take care of Yu Tianheng?" Tang Hao asked viciously. "Don't worry, when your father acts, it'll be clean and decisive."
Tang San hesitated for a moment before quickly nodding. "But Father, now isn't the time. Wait until the Soul Master Tournament ends in two years. Also, don't let Xiao Wu figure out that we did it."
"Fine!"
There was