"We haven't seen each other for twenty years, have we?"
The Pope's voice still sounded as calm as ever.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Even he had not expected that seeing Bibi Dong again would make him lose control so completely.
When he turned around, the excess emotions in his eyes had vanished, leaving only his usual indifference.
"Your Excellency the Pope, I have come to ask something of you."
"Oh?"
Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang in surprise.
"You came to ask me for help?"
"That doesn't seem like your character."
"It seems time really can change a person. Go on."
Yu Xiaogang offered no explanation.
If it had been for his own sake, he would never have come to beg her for anything.
But for Tang San, his disciple who was like a son to him, he had no choice but to make this trip.
"Your Excellency the Pope, I want to know how you overcame the obstacle of Twin Martial Souls back then."
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly. She said calmly, "There is no need for you to know that."
"What meaning would it have for you?"
Yu Xiaogang did not hide anything.
"I took in a disciple. He has trained under me for seven or eight years."
"Fortunately, he possesses Twin Martial Souls like yours."
"The child is extraordinarily gifted, but he has encountered some difficulties in his cultivation."
"I hope to raise him into a powerhouse of his generation."
"Why should I help you?"
"So that you can raise a powerful opponent to stand against me?"
Bibi Dong's voice suddenly turned icy.
Yu Xiaogang said solemnly, "Of course not."
"If you are willing to tell me how you did it back then—"
"I can guarantee that my