The three of them—an old man, a middle-aged man, and a child—walked through the streets of Notting City. Everyone they passed turned to look.
"Dad, Grandpa Jack, why is everyone staring at us?" Tang San scratched his head, unable to make sense of it.
"It's nothing. Don't mind them!" Old Jack knew why, of course, but he could not say it without hurting Tang San's pride.
"Why else? We're dressed in rags. We look like beggars!" Tang Hao had no such reservations.
"Tang Hao, how can you say that?" Old Jack demanded angrily. "Tang San is still so young. You'll hurt his pride!"
"Am I wrong?" Tang Hao shot back. "If he can't handle even this, how is he supposed to cultivate Soul Power and become a Soul Master?"
Tang San watched the two of them start arguing again and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
"Dad, Grandpa Jack, please stop arguing. Look around—everyone's watching us," Tang San said.
Tang Hao and Old Jack finally looked around. A dense crowd had stopped to stare at them as though they were monkeys.
"Come on!" Old Jack took Tang San by the hand and hurried away. "If I'd known your father would be this much trouble, I'd never have let him come with us. All he does is get on my nerves! Back then, I should've saved only you and left your father to die outside the village!"
Tang Hao quickened his pace too. He had heard every word, but he said nothing. He owed Old Jack for what had happened back then.
Without Old Jack, he really would have died outside Holy Soul Village. For once, he did not argue.
Before long, the three reached the gates of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City.
The academy gates were enormous, a good