"Xiao San, you..."
Yu Xiaogang frowned, displeasure showing on his face.
Tang San raised a hand and cut him off, his expression leaving no room for discussion. "Teacher, say no more. I know what I'm doing, and I have my own plans."
With that, he lingered no longer. He turned and walked straight toward his dormitory, never looking back at Yu Xiaogang.
When he reached the dormitory.
Dai Mubai lay on the bed with bandages wrapped around his chest. Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Tang San enter, then immediately struggled to push himself upright.
"Xiao San, what was all that commotion outside just now?"
Tang San hid nothing, repeating everything he had just told Yu Xiaogang.
After listening, Dai Mubai slumped weakly against the headboard, muttering to himself.
"He took on a Titled Douluo head-on... and won... How could such a monster exist in this world...?"
Looking back at himself, he had followed Yu Xiaogang's advice six years ago, running with rocks on his back and then absorbing plant-type Soul Rings.
After enduring all these years, his cultivation had only grown slower. Now he was stuck as a rank thirty-five Soul Elder, and even his fiancée had run off with someone else.
When the battle for succession came, he would surely die.
At the thought of his miserable future, Dai Mubai's eyes went vacant, and his whole body trembled.
Tang San shook his head slightly at the sight and left him alone.
He sat down at the table, took out paper and a pen, and began listing the various Hidden Weapons he could currently forge.
Silent Sleeve Arrow, Back-Mounted Crossbow, Flying God Claw, Sand-Containing Shadow, Shoe Blade, Godly Zhuge Crossbow...
Naturally, the commotion at Shrek Academy had not escaped the Spirit Hall personnel who had been keeping