"Alas, my Shrek is going to become a eunuch academy."
Flender sighed. Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tang San had all become eunuchs. How tragic.
Yu Xiaogang shot him a glare, walked over to Tang San, and began comforting him with the toxic chicken soup he was best at.
A Great Master was indeed a Great Master. Back then, he had talked Tang San into becoming his disciple, and now, after another round of persuasion, he successfully got Tang San to temporarily set aside the pain of becoming a member of the Eastern Depot.
Seeing Tang San's emotions settle, the Great Master asked:
"Little San, your Thousand-Year Soul Ring seems to have turned into a One-Year Soul Ring. Can you still use your Soul Skill?"
Tang San swallowed and muttered:
"When I awakened Soul Rings before, knowledge related to the Soul Skill would automatically appear in my mind. But just now, I didn't feel anything at all."
After saying that, Tang San fell silent, like a heartbroken young wife.
No one dared speak, afraid that Tang San would shatter if they did.
Suddenly, Tang San tried to activate his third soul skill. He wanted to give it a try!
Everyone held their breath as they watched Tang San's third Soul Ring tremble, growing more and more intense, more and more turbulent.
Then Tang San's buttocks moved, and the Soul Ring stopped.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Tang San, what kind of Soul Skill was that?"
Tang San remained silent.
Oscar gaped in shock.
"Could it be that there's no Soul Skill?"
Bai Yu said faintly:
"Maybe it was a Mute Fart?"
Everyone began discussing it at once. The Great Master patted Tang San, who said with a miserable face:
"It was a Mute Fart. My third soul skill is a Mute Fart!"