"Remember, before this Pope, do not put on that arrogant face of yours. You... are nothing."
"And remember to address me as His Holiness the Pope!"
After coldly delivering those two remarks, Bibi Dong sat back down in her gilded chair.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her beloved disciple Ye Qifeng secretly giving her a thumbs-up. The revulsion Yu Xiaogang had stirred in her instantly vanished, replaced by a sweet little swell of happiness.
She unconsciously lifted her snowy-white chin, her lips curving slightly as she returned a dazzling smile. For a moment, she radiated such captivating charm that even Ye Qifeng nearly stared in a daze.
Fortunately, their private gestures were extremely discreet, never openly displayed before everyone's eyes. No one noticed anything unusual about the master and disciple, or the complicated relationship between them.
At that moment, almost everyone's attention was drawn to Yu Xiaogang and the Shrek Seven Devils.
Struck head-on by Bibi Dong's soul power pressure, Yu Xiaogang had suffered severe injuries. He had vomited three liters of blood, and who knew how many ribs in his chest had broken.
Fortunately, Bibi Dong had not intended to take his life. Otherwise, that single blow would probably have killed him outright.
After treatment from Lin Yi, the team's only healing-type spirit master and a reserve member, Yu Xiaogang's injuries improved considerably.
But wounds of the body were easy to heal; scars of the heart were not. Bibi Dong seemed to have shattered his arrogance, leaving him noticeably more hunched.
Clearly, he no longer dared display the Grandmaster's haughty bearing. He did not even dare glance in Bibi Dong's direction, afraid that he might displease her again and lose his life.
Tang San supported Yu Xiaogang with one hand while clenching the other into