Grandmaster froze for a moment, then immediately understood. The chill in his eyes melted away, and a bewildered gleam surfaced as he looked at his disciple. His grip on Tang San's collar loosened unconsciously.
After all, if Tang San did not do this, how could he win this year's All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament?
If Shrek could not win the championship, how could he prove his Martial Soul Theory to the world? How could he prove that he was not a good-for-nothing?
How could Tang San not know that cultivating through devouring would make him an enemy of the entire continent? But if he did not do it now, how could he defeat Xiao Yan?
Without question, the devouring ability of dark blue silver grass could help Tang San greatly increase his strength in a very short time. He was certain that, if he kept devouring, he stood a good chance of raising his Soul Power Level to fifty-five before the finals.
To defeat Xiao Yan, claim the championship, wash away his past humiliation, and keep his companions from leaving him behind as much as possible, Tang San had weighed his options. Continuing to cultivate by devouring other people's life force was his best choice for now.
It was precisely because Grandmaster understood all this that his heart stirred with complicated feelings. Tang San cultivating through devouring was certainly wrong, but the outcome benefited him most. In that case, to Grandmaster, it was undoubtedly right.
"Teacher, don't worry. Once I defeat Xiao Yan and win this Soul Master Elite Tournament, I'll stop devouring and go back to cultivating the way you taught me." Tang San patted Grandmaster's shoulder, comforting him in his own way. "Rest assured," he murmured. "Your disciple won't stray down the wrong path."
Grandmaster sighed at