Bibi Dong, a Little Too Kind

At the entrance to Chuan Ling, Golden Crocodile looked Bibi Dong up and down.

In his memory, he did not seem to have seen the woman before him.

This was their first meeting. Rumor had it that Chuan Ling had nine Spirit Masters, and there were only one or two of them he had never met.

The woman before him might be one of those Spirit Masters.

Her strength seemed to match as well. She was about on par with the Fourth Spirit Master and the others he had seen a few years ago.

"Greetings, Senior Golden Crocodile."

"I am my master's disciple."

Bibi Dong spoke politely.

"Mm... Who is your master?" Golden Crocodile felt that everyone in Chuan Ling was rather strange.

They all spoke without making things clear.

"That traitorous master of mine is the Grand Spirit Lord you people talk about."

Bibi Dong said it without a care.

Golden Crocodile's mouth twitched. Was that right?

Traitorous master... Wasn't she the traitorous disciple?

Fine, the Grand Spirit Lord himself was already a mystifying oddball. How many normal disciples could he possibly have taken in?

"So, you are the Grand Spirit Lord's esteemed disciple."

"Esteemed disciple?"

"Senior, you truly have a good eye. I could tell at a glance that you knew your stuff, seeing my brilliance right away."

"Come on, Senior. What did you need from that traitorous master of mine?"

Bibi Dong was delighted. After living for so long, someone had finally praised her. Someone had finally had good taste.

Unlike that traitorous master of mine, who was good for nothing.

Golden Crocodile felt awkward. This girl... was she sick in the head?

Forget it. It was not very nice to call someone sick in the head at their own doorstep.

"Is your master here?"

"I need