Zhao Zilong followed behind Bibi Dong and asked, "Teacher, weren't you with Hu Liena just now?"
"I was indeed with Nana just now, but she has gone to cultivate in the mimic environment. Besides, it has been over a month since you became my disciple. As your teacher, your growth has truly surprised me."
They soon arrived at a park outside the palace, where an old man in his sixties was already waiting. He cupped his fists and said, "Your Excellency the Pope."
Bibi Dong nodded lightly and said, "All right, here will do."
"Here?" Zhao Zilong froze for a moment, not quite understanding what Bibi Dong meant.
Bibi Dong turned around and said, "Let your teacher see your strength. I mean all of it."
Zhao Zilong looked at the old man and asked, "Teacher, do you want me to fight him?"
"No. Imperial Physician Dou is a healing-type Soul Master, Soul Power level 71, with the Healing Scepter martial soul." A smile curled at Bibi Dong's lips. "Your opponent is me. He is here only to treat you."
Zhao Zilong was instantly startled. "No, Teacher, you want me to fight you? I'm just a mere Soul King. Wouldn't I get instantly killed fighting you?"
"And you even brought a healing-type Soul Saint here. Are you planning to beat me half to death?"
A sly smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips. "Don't worry. I won't instantly kill you, nor will I beat you half to death. After all, you are my disciple. How could your teacher possibly beat you to death?"
Seeing Bibi Dong's smile, Zhao Zilong could not help swallowing. She was practically a black widow! She was clearly planning to toy with him to death!
Seeing the fear in Zhao Zilong's eyes, Bibi Dong felt a surge of