Bibi Dong's eyes grew much deeper, with a trace of mockery in them.
Spirit Hall was everything to her. After more than twenty years of painstaking management, it had become an existence comparable to the Two Great Empires. How could Yu Xiaogang possibly destroy it so easily?
Besides, if he truly still cared about their past feelings, why was he now willing to cast aside his oath for the sake of that so-called direct disciple of his—the son of Bibi Dong's enemy—and destroy everything she had worked so hard to build?
Could it be that his disciple, Tang San, was more important than she was?
If that was truly the case, then why had he come to Spirit Hall to find her?
Didn't he know that Tang San's father was her enemy? The mortal enemy of all Spirit Hall?!
For Bibi Dong to personally support the son of an enemy would be no different from hanging a Sword of Damocles over her own head.
She, Bibi Dong, was not that foolish!
Their positions had long since become different.
From Xiao Gang's perspective, he was not wrong.
Everyone had selfish desires. He wanted his direct disciple to go down in history and be remembered for generations, thereby proving himself!
But she was not wrong either.
She now represented Spirit Hall.
Under her command were the strongest people on the entire continent. Her decisions would affect the lives and interests of every powerhouse!
She could not help Tang San!
Nor would she ever do so.
Besides, how could Xiao Gang know that Twin Martial Souls had to be comprehended by oneself?
A thousand possessors of Twin Martial Souls would have a thousand methods of fusion. What belonged to others would always belong to others. Forcing it upon someone else would only cause