Yu Xiaogang Prepares to Return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect

Several people inside the room almost simultaneously uttered, "Huh? Students?"

Flender didn't look at them, but simply adjusted his glasses and nodded to Qin Ming: "Come in and sit down."

Ma Hongjun was still standing at the door, covering the back of his head, his mouth agape for a long time.

He shrank back and quietly moved back to his seat.

Zhao Wuji walked up to Qin Ming, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice.

"Good lad, your Soul Power has increased quite a bit in just a few years. You're already Soul Emperor, and your Soul Power is still growing so fast."

"They won't be long before they catch up with us old folks."

Qin Ming gave a helpless smile, "Teacher Zhao, you flatter me. I still have a long way to go."

Upon Dai Mubai's words, a name suddenly popped into Zhao Wuji's mind.

He had heard about it when he was in the Star Luo Empire.

Qin Ming, a graduate of the Shrek Academy, broke through to level 60 Soul Emperor in his early thirties, making him the second youngest Soul Emperor in recorded history on the entire continent.

Flender pushed up his glasses.

"Sit down. What's on your mind? Sit down and we'll talk."

"No one here is an outsider."

"By the way, where's Tang San?"

Oscar said,

"I do know Tang San. He had nothing to do with defeating the Imperial Fighting Team. He's too ashamed to come here to celebrate, so he's cultivating in his room."

Flender nodded.

"Although Tang San is a bit of a loser, he's still very hardworking and knows how to cultivate diligently. You should all learn from him."

"Where is the Grandmaster? And Ye Lin, we don't know where they went either."

At this moment, Xiao Wu spoke up.

"I know, the Grandmaster said he wanted to go for a walk, and then Brother Lin went with him."

Flender realized what was happening.

Yu Tianheng is his nephew. Yu Tianheng must be in a terrible mood after this defeat. Yu Xiaogang, as his uncle, should go and comfort him.

At the same time, the uncle and nephew hadn't seen each other for many years and needed to catch up.

Suotuo Great Soul Arena, night had fallen, and most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, leaving only a few streetlights casting dim yellow glows on the stone pavement.

Yu Tianheng walked alone on the empty street, his steps dragging, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his right arm hanging at his side.

Those words kept replaying in his mind. "Soybean Team, a disgrace, Silver Soul Fighter can't even beat Iron Soul Fighter."

He is the successor of the next patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. From the day he awakened his Martial Soul at the age of six, everyone told him that he was a genius and a once-in-a-century successor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He believed it.

He always held his head high wherever he went, and people always made way for him.

But today he lost to a group of nameless nobody whose Soul Power was inferior to his, losing completely without even a chance to fight back.

"What right do I have to live?!"

He suddenly roared,

His tears welled up along with the roar, streaming down his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe them with his sleeve, but new tears kept rolling down his face. He wiped and wiped, but he couldn't get them all clean.

He stood under the streetlight, head down, shoulders trembling slightly.

Just then, a voice came from the alley next door.

"Roar, roar, roar."

Yu Tianheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up.

In the shadows at the alley entrance, a round, yellow figure was walking towards him with short legs. It had a pair of drooping ears on its head and round, bright eyes. It was Luo Sanpao.

Yu Tianheng stared at the figure, his expression shifting from bewilderment to surprise.

He squatted down, scooped Luo Sanpao up from the ground, and held him in his arms.

Luo Sanpao's body was warm and soft. He rubbed against him twice and then let out a soft "luoluo".

"Sanpao? What are you doing here?"

Yu Tianheng looked down at the little thing in his arms, his voice still nasal, "Since Sanpao is here, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, another person emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the edge of the streetlight's glow, his hands behind his back, his face thin and refined, his gaze fixed on Yu Tianheng's face.

He stopped three steps away from Yu Tianheng, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Tian Heng, it's been more than ten years since we last met. You've grown into a fine young man."

Yu Tianheng's arms, which were holding Luo Sanpao, froze.

He stared at the person in front of him for several breaths. The face overlapped with the face in his memory, only with more wrinkles and more signs of hardship.

His lips trembled twice, then he managed to squeeze out a cry of surprise and joy, "Uncle! Uncle, it really is you!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled and said, "Tian Heng has grown up, and Uncle has grown old. He doesn't even recognize me anymore."

Yu Tianheng put Luo Sanpao on the ground, stood up, took a few steps to Yu Xiaogang, and hugged him tightly.

"Uncle, Tian Heng misses you so much."

Yu Xiaogang was pulled back slightly by his hug, then slowly raised his hand and patted Yu Tianheng on the back.

His palm rested on the thin fabric, feeling the trembling of his nephew's shoulders, who was half a head taller than him.

He patted him twice, then gently pushed Yu Tianheng away.

"Don't cry, you're not a little kid anymore. Back then, when you cried, Uncle could comfort you and play with you, but not anymore."

Yu Tianheng wiped his face with his sleeve, nodded, and said in a nasal voice, "Uncle, I'll listen to you."

Yu Xiaogang watched him wipe away his tears, remained silent for a few moments, and then asked, "How is your grandfather now?"

Yu Tianheng lowered his head, looking at his toes, his tone much softer than before. "Grandpa's health is deteriorating day by day. Father is now handling most of the clan's affairs; Grandpa rarely shows up anymore."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Uncle, please come back to the family home with me. Dad and Grandpa miss you very much. I often see Grandpa secretly shedding tears while holding your portrait."

Yu Xiaogang fell silent.

His gaze shifted from Yu Tianheng's face, his mind churning with thoughts he thought he had let go of, but Yu Tianheng's words brought those thoughts back to the surface.

He recalled the last time he left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, his elder brother was standing at the mountain gate.

He remembered his father standing further away.

He didn't turn around, nor did he look back; he just walked away.

That departure lasted for more than a decade.

He thought he would never go back in his life.

He was a disgrace to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect; going back would only bring further humiliation and regret.

But he knew he had to go back, he absolutely had to go back, otherwise he would truly regret it!

Because he could hear Tang San's thoughts, he had overheard information about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect several years ago.

"Gangzi, what are you trying to prove now? The more you act tough now, the more you'll suffer later!"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was destroyed by the Spirit Hall's Soul Hunting Operation. Not a single member of the entire clan survived, except for Liu Erlong, Gangzi, Yu Tianheng, and Yu Tianxin, who were outside the clan."

"Gangzi, you idiot, you never saw your father again before you died."

"Just wait and see how upset you'll be!"

"Let's see you try to show off again!"

"Although I know this will happen, I'm not telling you."