Yu Xiaogang truly had nowhere left to turn.
The Golden Iron Triangle had fallen apart, and to be precise, Yu Xiaogang had brought it upon himself. With his cultivation gone, and given Gangzi's indifference when Liu Erlong was taken away, Flender had officially fallen out with Yu Xiaogang as well.
Even Heaven Dou Royal Academy only kept him around as a freeloader out of consideration for the genius Tang San.
But wasn't Heaven Dou's education committee worried that Chen Ling would hold them accountable?
This was a habitual way of thinking on the Douluo Continent. In their eyes, since a powerhouse like Chen Ling hadn't crushed ants like them on the spot, that meant the matter was already over.
The three committee members were simply too hungry for talent, which was why they had taken such a risk. Still, as long as they kept a close eye on this group and stopped them from provoking Cloudcrag Academy, there probably wouldn't be any trouble.
Yu Xiaogang's current plan was simple: take Tang San to the Soul Master Tournament and secure a good result, bringing Yu Tianheng along as well. That would prove his abilities and lay the groundwork for reconnecting with his clan later.
Gangzi's only remaining ambition was to nurture Tang San, and he was willing to sacrifice what little dignity he had left to achieve it.
Tang San was somewhat surprised by Gangzi's words. Although deep down he didn't quite believe Yu Xiaogang's claims, he still bowed respectfully, then straightened and looked at him curiously.
Gangzi raised a hand, signaling for him to sit.
He clasped his hands behind his back, recovering a little of the Grandmaster's imposing air.
However, that haughty manner, paired with his stooped, sleazy appearance, made for a rather laughable sight.
Tang San held it