After delivering a lofty string of utterly meaningless official pleasantries, Bibi Dong followed the rules of Spirit Hall's past tournaments and turned her gaze toward Tang San.
"You are outstanding. To develop a Blue Silver Grass martial soul to such a level—this comprehension alone proves you worthy of being a disciple personally taught by Mr. Jiang Li."
Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly. Her voice was cool, yet it carried the unquestionable authority of one in power.
"Then, Tang San."
"Let me ask you this: are you willing to join Spirit Hall?"
The moment those words were spoken, the entire audience's attention instantly focused on Tang San.
The Spirit Hall soul masters who did not know the full story found nothing strange about the Pope publicly extending an olive branch to recruit Tang San.
After all, faced with such a young and monstrous genius, what faction in the world could possibly remain unmoved?
Yet although Tang San maintained that gentle, modest smile on the surface, he had already cursed Bibi Dong hundreds of times in his heart.
This high-and-mighty Bibi Dong truly has a death wish!
Such a vast and profound soul master foundation as Spirit Hall is simply wasted in the hands of a woman like her! Only a perfect gentleman of noble character and upright integrity like Master is fit to rule it. That would be the true blessing of all soul masters across the continent!
Though he was plotting such treasonous thoughts inwardly, Tang San's control over his expression was flawless, leaving no fault for anyone to find.
He inclined slightly and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Thank you for your kind offer, Your Holiness. However, Tang San has long made plans for his own life."
Having been rejected in public, Bibi Dong's expression stiffened for an