Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine years, just three years, and he had already become a Grand Soul Master? A Grand Soul Master above level 20? It appears he's no over fifteen now, and this year is 2643, which means he broke through level 20 four years ago.
At this, Ironheart was completely astounded; setting aside the fact that the child's Blue Silver Grass was a wasted Martial Soul, judging by his Soul Power, he was undeniably a genius. A genius more outstanding than his own two sons.
"Uncle Iron, have you finished looking?" Tang San asked politely.
Ironheart silently returned the Soul Master's handbook to Tang San. He had memorized the number on it and could check it at any time.
"Grand Soul Master Tang San, I apologize for my previous presumption," Ironheart said sincerely.
Tang San smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, you're running a business and it's not easy. If I were you, I'd probably be even less at ease, especially since I'm younger."
