Yu Xiaogang naturally knew nothing of the Tang father and son's little scheme.
Otherwise, he would certainly have thumped his chest and confidently declared that it was no problem.
Wasn't it just a matter of keeping Bibi Dong under my thumb? A piece of cake!
Back then, what did I ever ask for that Bibi Dong didn't give me?
He even knew all about secret information like the Angel Clan's inherited Spirit Bones.
It wasn't Bibi Dong's first time betraying her own side. What was handing a few resources to the enemy?
Trivial stuff. All trivial stuff!
Spirit City!
Looking at the imposing, ancient city, Yu Xiaogang immediately recalled how he had once been driven out in disgrace. Anger flickered in his eyes, but it soon turned to mockery.
"Qian Xunji, you were so impressive back then, weren't you? But what did that get you?"
"This Grandmaster has come back today, hasn't he? And you? Nothing but dry bones in a grave."
"Even after all these years, I'm still the one Bibi Dong longs for. What the hell are you?"
A disdainful smile curled Yu Xiaogang's lips. With his hands clasped behind his back, he swaggered toward the Pope's Palace.
Many people along the way stopped to stare at the sight.
What an arrogant swagger. Anyone who dared act so cocky in Spirit City must have something to back it up.
At first, many thought they had encountered some big shot. But when they sensed the negligible soul power inside Gangzi, they were all dumbfounded.
Seriously, buddy? With a measly rank twenty-nine soul power, how do you have the nerve?
Aren't you afraid someone will beat you to death?
The Pope's Palace.
Space inside the hall suddenly split open. A moment later, Su Ye and the others stepped