Over the next two months, Bibi Dong told Yu Xiaogang nearly all of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's theoretical knowledge, especially the knowledge the Ning Clan had accumulated over generations through their research into corresponding martial souls. Yu Xiaogang immersed himself in this ocean of knowledge every day, learning something entirely new about the soul master world almost daily.
But in the end, even after reviewing knowledge the Ning Clan had accumulated over countless years, Yu Xiaogang still could not find a way to resolve his martial soul's malignant mutation. At last, despair filled his heart, and he chose to give up.
"Looks like I can only be a Soul Grandmaster for the rest of my life."
"Xiao Gang, you can't just give up like this."
Over those two months together, their relationship had grown much closer. Bibi Dong gradually came to recognize Yu Xiaogang's shining qualities. Though his martial soul had undergone a malignant mutation, he had never given up on himself. Before others, he was always confident, full of ideals, and strove tirelessly to improve himself. That unyielding will had deeply drawn her in without her even realizing it.
Yu Xiaogang revealed a smile uglier than tears. "Dong'er, there really is no way left. Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with the richest theoretical knowledge, has no way to resolve my martial soul's malignant mutation. There can't possibly be a solution anywhere in this world."
Yu Xiaogang understood very well that even if Spirit Hall had a solution, there was practically no way for him to obtain it. After all, Spirit Hall had no Saintess, nor did it have anyone as pure-hearted as Bibi Dong, someone who would spare no effort to help a mere Soul Grandmaster gain knowledge.
Bibi Dong said, "Xiao Gang, if you