"Even now, it's still the same."
After taking a deep breath, a fierce glint appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes. "These Titled Douluo don't have a shred of fighting spirit."
Her words included Qian Daoliu of the Douluo Hall of Worship as well.
"Master, you should try to understand them."
"They're all getting on in years. How could you expect them to have the same fire as young people?"
Ji Wushuang teased with a smile.
"Hehehe—"
"You're right. Very right."
"A bunch of old fossils with nothing but cultivation to their names. What a waste."
Smiling, Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's throne and sat down.
Ji Wushuang lounged lazily on the steps.
Bibi Dong asked with a smile, "Wushuang, would you be willing to recruit the Lower Four Sects and those other clan forces for me?"
"I sent people to recruit them before, but every attempt ended in failure."
Ji Wushuang smiled faintly. "Since Master has spoken, how could your disciple refuse?"
"Besides, I'd also like to see what those clans and sects are capable of."
"And since you personally agreed to let me go out this time, of course I have to cherish this opportunity."
Bibi Dong said irritably, "That last sentence is what you really mean, isn't it? Do you dislike staying by my side that much?"
"I raised you painstakingly from childhood, yet you repay me with such ingratitude."
Ji Wushuang turned back with a smile. "Master, that's not right. At most, I've reached my rebellious phase. Besides, it's your fault too. You never let me go out and see the world, so I had to sneak out behind your back."
"My fault. It's all my fault!"
"You ungrateful brat. Go pack your things and get lost!"
The veins on Bibi Dong's forehead bulged in anger. She