"Little San, was it? That martial soul of yours is truly extraordinary, and you were born with soul power above level 90. What astonishing talent!" But Yu Xiaogang suddenly sighed and said, "Still, even the finest talent needs the right guidance to shine. Didn't the village chief tell you just now? I'm the greatest theoretical Grandmaster in the soul master world today. I suppose I can take you as my disciple."
Yet Yu Xiaogang had no idea that what stood before him was not a young boy, but the demonic obsession within the heart of Tang San, that cunning schemer. The little boy now revealed a meaningful smile, his expression carrying a treachery that did not suit his age.
"Grandmaster, I would be honored to become your disciple. But before I do, could you please answer a few questions?"
Hearing the little boy agree to become his disciple, Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed, the wrinkles on his old face smoothing out. He paid no mind to those supposed questions. Surely a grown man like him couldn't be stumped by a tiny child?
"Go ahead. This will give me a chance to offer you some guidance," Yu Xiaogang said, nodding and bowing obsequiously. He looked less like someone taking a disciple than someone hoping to make the child his godfather.
"First question: what is a soul core?" the little boy asked calmly, light flickering in his eyes.
"Uh... a soul core..."
Yu Xiaogang had heard of soul cores, but he knew nothing about them. After all, it was a concept created by soul masters of a later age. How could he possibly understand it?
"Second question: what is the difference in strength between Titled Douluos above level ninety-five and those below level ninety-five?"
"Uh... the difference is..."
This question was even further