"Old Ghost, what do we do with him? Oh, right—he's Yu Xiaogang's disciple."
Yue Guan looked at Tang San, who was still dancing like mad, and found himself at a loss.
Suddenly, being a Titled Douluo felt downright stifling.
He couldn't touch that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang. Not only that, he had to protect him. And he couldn't touch Yu Xiaogang's disciple, either.
If he did, Yu Xiaogang would surely run back to Spirit City and complain to Bibi Dong about him.
Given Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang, one complaint from him would probably spell trouble for Yue Guan.
"What do we do? Take him and Yu Xiaogang back. If His Holiness the Pope asks, we'll say they obstructed our mission at every turn."
Gui Mei spoke up beside him.
That way, he wouldn't have to stay here secretly protecting Yu Xiaogang. He truly didn't want to protect that good-for-nothing.
"All right."
After a moment's thought, Yue Guan nodded.
"Remember, knock this one out. There's no need to knock out Yu Xiaogang."
After speaking, Gui Mei looked at Tang San again. He couldn't help watching. They had seen what Soul Skills from the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul were supposed to look like.
But this kind of Soul Skill? That was a first.
Tang San seemed utterly absorbed in his graceful dancing, oblivious to the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's conversation.
"Old Ghost, what do you think those brutes from the Clear Sky Sect, the ones who only know how to swing hammers, would do if they saw this?"
Yue Guan edged closer to Gui Mei.
Tang San had truly stunned him. He desperately wanted to know what Tang San had been thinking when he absorbed such a very... very graceful Soul Skill.
"They'd go mad. Now knock him out, take Yu