Gangzi: I Bet It's Just a Fart...

Seeing how angry and upset Ah Yin was, Jogo kindly patted her shoulder and offered some "comfort." "It's all right. Your wonderful husband Tang Hao may have left your son malnourished since childhood and nearly starved him to death, but at least he found Tang San a good teacher, right?!"

Jogo pointed at Gangzi.

"A... good... teacher?" Ah Yin was stunned. She stared at Gangzi beside Tang San, pointed at him, and asked, "You can't mean him, can you? Unless I'm mistaken, he's only a level 29 Soul Grandmaster!"

"That's right, him. But don't let his useless appearance fool you. He has 'real talent.' You can't judge a book by its cover, after all. He might only be level 29, but he's a Theoretical Master!"

"A Grandmaster?" Ah Yin relaxed and asked hopefully, "Then he must have planned a good path of cultivation for Xiao San! If he's truly a Theory Grandmaster, he must have all sorts of imaginative ideas!"

"Of course." Jogo nodded in agreement. "He had your son's Blue Silver Grass absorb Poison Attribute Soul Rings and follow a poison path! Imaginative, isn't it?"

Ah Yin: "...?"

Ah Yin was dumbfounded. A poison path for Blue Silver Grass? Seriously?

That's supposed to be a Theory Grandmaster?

Isn't he just a fraud?!

Looking at Gangzi's scruffy beard, close-cropped hair, and dejected expression, Ah Yin looked as though she had put on a mask of anguish.

"Why would Brother Hao let Xiao San take such a useless man as his teacher?" Ah Yin couldn't understand it.

"Because he missed you so much that he overlooked his darling son's future!"

Ah Yin: "..."

For a moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or furious.

But what came next was even harder for Ah Yin to stomach.

Gangzi had been telling