"Hmph, I can't beat him, but that man is currently wanted by Spirit Hall. If he dares come out and cause trouble, Spirit Hall will be the first to go after him."
Meng Shu was already bristling with rage, his beard quivering and his eyes glaring. He knew perfectly well.
With his only son's arm cut off, that man would surely smash the cracked pot altogether, given his temperament. He would certainly strike at Meng Shu's clan; even wiping it out was inevitable.
Flender smiled faintly. He knew what Meng Shu was thinking now: the man merely needed a way to step down gracefully.
He said calmly, "Then, out of respect for Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, could you give this soul ring to Tang San? I forgot to mention that Tang San is also his disciple."
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Meng Shu felt that he had been shocked more times today than in an entire year.
Practically every clan with any influence knew exactly what sort of person Yu Xiaogang was.
Eyes aimed high but hands reaching low, stealing fame by deceiving the world, mud that could never be plastered onto a wall-none of those negative descriptions would be wrong when applied to Yu Xiaogang.
In Meng Shu's eyes, Tang San had now gone from a grain of Gold fertilizer to a heap of Gold fertilizer.
After all, with a father who had gotten intimate with a blade of grass, a teacher who barely amounted to anything more than trash, and his own status as a hybrid, how good could he possibly be?
Before long, the two finished their conversation. Meng Shu returned to his wife and granddaughter and murmured a few words to Snake Granny.
Snake Granny likewise revealed an expression of utter disgust. When the elderly