Tang Wulin had always given Wu Changkong a peculiar impression.
He was not like Gu Yue, whose extraordinary talent was plain to see the moment she acted.
Nor was he like Xie Xie, whose twin Martial Souls were there for all to see, his brilliance on full display.
Still less was he like Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, who possessed powerful, rare Martial Souls and could even unleash an incomplete Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Tang Wulin was more like a piece of uncut jade that had yet to be fully polished.
At first glance, he did not dazzle.
When he had first enrolled, the gap between him and the other young geniuses could almost have been called a chasm.
His Soul Power was low.
His Soul Ring was weak.
His Martial Soul was heavy but not yet mature enough.
Aside from his innate strength and foundation in forging, there was little about him that seemed to put him on their level.
Yet after just a few short months, he could already take his seat at the same table of battle.
At certain moments, he had even become the one who decided victory or defeat.
That was the real reason Wu Changkong valued him.
Tang Wulin's growth was not a rapid surge in his Soul Power numbers, but the steady advance of his entire being.
He could endure hardship.
He could bear pain.
After being knocked down, he could immediately reflect on why he had fallen.
He had a tenacious character, exceptional comprehension, Spirit Connection Realm Spiritual Power, and that mysterious, dangerous bloodline power.
If that bloodline could continue to be awakened, and if he could truly bring it under control, then of the five children, he might well be the one who went furthest.
Wu Changkong watched Tang Wulin leaning