Suotuo City.
Outside the Cultivation Room.
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.
Xiao Wu was his life.
But now, the owner of this shop had snatched Xiao Wu away.
Just as Tang San was on the verge of breaking down, a familiar figure finally appeared in his sight.
Having kept watch outside all this time, he now seemed to have found his pillar of support. He staggered toward that person and poured out his grievances.
It was none other than Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
"Teacher! Teacher!"
Tang San's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, and he could no longer hold back the tears welling in his eyes. They spilled down his face.
Seeing his proudest disciple in such a state, Yu Xiaogang knitted his brows and hurriedly steadied him:
"San, what exactly happened? Take your time and tell me."
Tang San drew a deep breath, but his agitation sent him into a violent coughing fit. Only after a long while did he choke out:
"Teacher, Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who took human form."
Yu Xiaogang's pupils abruptly contracted.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
Xiao Wu?
Although he had always felt something was off about Xiao Wu, he had never considered this possibility.
Tang San continued his tearful account, every word seeming to squeeze through his clenched teeth:
"And Xiao Wu... the owner of this shop snatched her away!"
Yu Xiaogang whipped his head around to look at the Cultivation Room behind him, with its deeply mysterious decor, and a trace of gravity flashed in his eyes.
"San, you mean Xiao Wu is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? And the owner of this shop snatched her away?"
"Yes, Teacher!" Tang San's eyes were red, his voice trembling. "I can't bear it. It hurts. It hurts