"A False Alarm"

"He was someone beyond description." Yu Xiaogang's eyes filled with several inexplicable emotions—envy, jealousy, disgust, hostility. Of course, more than anything, there was hatred.

He hated that Qin Xuan was such a scoundrel, yet possessed such exceptional talent and opportunities, and had even become the pope of Spirit Hall, standing above countless others. He was even more prestigious than his father, the master of the Number One Sect Under Heaven.

He hated that Qin Xuan clearly had so many beautiful and powerful wives, yet still stole away the two women who loved him deeply.

Meanwhile, despite being so intelligent, he had fallen to such a state because of that damned Boar Martial Soul. If he had not taken Chang Gong Miao and Tang San as disciples, he feared he would never have had a chance to turn his life around.

"What kind of conclusion is that?" Tang San frowned.

"He is a traitor unlike any who has ever appeared throughout history, and perhaps none like him will ever appear again."

Recalling all that Qin Xuan had done in the past, Yu Xiaogang fell silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

Just then, with a creak, the door swung open, and Chang Gong Miao entered with Xiao Wu supporting him.

Like Tang San, he had also come to inquire about Spirit Hall.

Apparently afraid of being misunderstood, Chang Gong Miao hurriedly pulled his arm from Xiao Wu's embrace, then greeted Yu Xiaogang respectfully. "Teacher!"

Seeing that it was his exceptionally gifted disciple, who had always treated him with great respect, Yu Xiaogang's expression softened somewhat. "Xiao Miao, and Xiao Wu. Since you are here as well, sit down and listen. With your talent, you will sooner or later come into contact with that level."

Tang San's expression, however, was not