Tang San's expression shifted. He looked at Dai Mubai and asked:
"Mubai, did you hear a woman's voice just now?"
Dai Mubai shook his head blankly.
"No, I didn't hear anything. What is it?"
"It sounded like Bibi Dong."
Tang San furrowed his brows tightly.
"She said she wanted to see me."
Dai Mubai froze.
"Bibi Dong? Why would she suddenly seek you out?"
"I don't know, but I think this is an opportunity. She bears considerable hostility toward Feng Xiaotian and the Spirit Hall Empire. If we can win her over as an ally, she'll be a tremendous help to us."
Dai Mubai pondered for a moment before nodding.
"You're right. But be careful. That woman Bibi Dong is no simple character."
"Don't worry. Nothing will happen. I'll go find her now."
After saying that, Tang San swiftly flew in the direction from which the voice had come.
In an open area outside the camp, a figure stood quietly beneath the moonlight.
It was Bibi Dong.
Though she was no longer the lofty Pope of Spirit Hall, the authority and imposing presence emanating from her remained unchanged, inspiring awe and making others wary of approaching her lightly.
Tang San slowly walked toward her.
As he drew closer, he could feel Bibi Dong's formidable aura even more clearly.
"Tang San, it has been several years. You've improved quite a bit."
Bibi Dong did not turn around, but her voice carried the majesty of one who stood above others.
Tang San recalled his last encounter with Bibi Dong. It had been in the plaza after the finals of the Soul Master Tournament, seven long years ago.
Back then, Bibi Dong had tried to take Xiao Wu's life. Only Tang Hao's timely arrival had allowed him and Xiao Wu to escape.
Now