Yu Xiaogang looked at that yellow soul ring, and a surge of anger instantly rushed to his head.
He covered his face and sighed repeatedly.
He had never imagined that Tang San would obtain a hundred-year one.
After all, he had expected a thousand-year soul ring at worst, even if it was on the younger side.
With a little luck, it might have been a soul ring of around three or four thousand years.
Although that might have been too much for an ordinary person, he was the Clear Sky Douluo's son!
But he had never expected...
You really did give me a fright!
"San, are you joking with me?"
"As a third soul ring, even a dog wouldn't want a hundred-year soul ring!"
"San, you've really disappointed me!"
Yu Xiaogang gave him a disappointed look, a trace of disdain entering his eyes.
After all, there were two reasons he had put his heart into teaching him.
The first was that he was the Clear Sky Douluo's son.
The second, and most important, was that he valued Tang San's talent.
After all, the Clear Sky Douluo's son was bound to be exceptional.
He desperately needed someone to prove his theories.
His earlier theories had all been developed at Spirit Hall through other people's practical work.
And to make his theories known across the entire continent, he intended to use Tang San.
If he could teach Tang San to become a Titled Douluo using those theories, everyone would embrace them as truth.
Yet despite all the effort he had put into teaching him, Tang San had still failed to live up to his expectations.
Fortunately, he had a backup plan.
Seeing that trace of disdain on his teacher's face, Tang San immediately spoke in an aggrieved tone.
After all, he needed