The Curator: I am a man...

"I told you ages ago that Tang San's martial soul was the Blue Silver King." Bai Ranmo was speechless. If he hadn't been farming emotion points, he wouldn't have bothered trading insults with Gangzi.

"Th-that's because I didn't know there was a martial soul like the Blue Silver King." Gangzi's eyes darted away, his voice full of panic.

Never mind Gangzi—even Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen were hearing about martial souls like the Blue Silver King and Blue Silver Emperor for the first time.

Gangzi had read through almost every book in Spirit Hall's collection. He even knew about the Angel God and the Angel Soul Bones. The only reason he knew nothing about the Blue Silver Emperor was that Spirit Hall's records of it had begun only after the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, had been hammered to death.

By then, Gangzi had long since broken up with Bibi Dong and no longer had permission to consult Spirit Hall's documents. Naturally, he didn't know.

"Isn't that your problem, then?" With a pitying look, Bai Ranmo lightly nudged Tang San, who lay collapsed on the ground in a near stupor, with his foot. "You failed to recognize his high-grade martial soul and ruined his future, and now you're brushing it off with 'I didn't know'? Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

After a couple of kicks from Bai Ranmo, Tang San finally came back to his senses.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox. For the first time, he made no effort to hide his murderous intent toward Gangzi.

He should have realized... He should have realized...

That Tyrant Douluo had warned him three years ago!

*Damn you, Yu Xiaogang! You ruined my cultivation prospects! Destroying someone's future is no different from killing their parents! Now that I know