Under Xue Qinghe's gaze.
Yu Xiaogang's aged face turned the color of pig liver.
After a long silence.
Xue Qinghe sighed softly.
"Mr. Yu, your words put me in a difficult position.
"Who in this world doesn't know that the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan are all proud by nature and tolerate not even the slightest offense?"
"If your identity is genuine, all well and good."
"But if it's false, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan will vent their anger on me, the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, as well."
A hint of amusement flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes.
"Judging by your refined speech, Mr. Yu, and your claim to the title of Grandmaster, you must be a man of profound learning."
Those words scratched Yu Xiaogang right where he itched. He immediately clasped his hands behind his back with a touch of smugness, displaying a Grandmaster's bearing.
Xue Qinghe abruptly changed tack.
"Yet the results of Spirit Hall's investigation seem to suggest otherwise."
At that, Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened.
As the Grandmaster, what he found most intolerable was anyone questioning his theories and scholarly attainments.
Yu Xiaogang said gravely, "Spirit Hall is nothing more than a faction made up of mud-legged peasants. What do they know about Soul Master theory?"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Yu Xiaogang paced at ease.
The moment the conversation turned to his theoretical knowledge and scholarship-the only things he could take pride in-Yu Xiaogang's entire demeanor grew imposing.
Words poured out in an endless torrent, spittle flying.
He looked ready to point out the course of the realm and command its fortunes.
"Back then, at the age of twenty, I published my theoretical research on the 'Ten Core Competencies of martial souls.'"
"It caused a sensation throughout the Soul Master