Qian Xunji fell silent for a moment. He knew there was no point getting entangled in the matter of Yu Xiaogang, so he simply changed tack. His voice grew a few shades deeper. "Dong'er, do you know how much Spirit Hall has invested in you? And do you know what the title of Saintess means?"
"Teacher, I know that you and my grandfathers and uncles have treated me like family," Bibi Dong said, raising her head. A trace of stubbornness showed in her eyes, but there was even more longing for love.
"But what I yearn for is love, and only Xiaogang can give me that. As for everything Spirit Hall has given me, I'll repay it all."
"The three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones and the Soul Rings you helped me obtain—I'll repay them one by one."
"I have Twin Martial Souls, and I've even broken the fate of Twin Martial Soul users, who were bound to die from their bodies exploding. Give me twenty years, and I'll become a Titled Douluo."
"In thirty years, I'll reach Level 96, becoming a Super Douluo. Within a hundred years, I might even reach Grandpa Qian's level. I have the ability to repay Spirit Hall."
She paused, as if making a great concession. "I know the Pope's position has always been held by the Qian Family. Once you have a child, Teacher, you can pass the position on to them. It doesn't have to be me..."
Qian Xunji watched Bibi Dong speaking so confidently below, but he barely heard the rest.
Complex emotions churned in his heart. That was right—Dong'er was a once-in-a-century genius, with Twin Martial Souls, and she had solved the problem of Soul Rings rejecting one another. As long as she added Soul Rings to her Second Martial Soul