Tang San: This Woman's Personality Has Such a Huge Contrast!

Facing Demon Bear Douluo's roar, so sour with jealousy it was practically tangible, and the dozen or so pairs of eyes around him that had instantly turned bloodshot, filled with "Why wasn't it me?"

Qian Daoliu not only showed no restraint whatsoever, but straightened his back even further.

Slowly, he swept his pitying gaze over this group of "colleagues" who had already lost their minds.

Then he gave a soft snort, arrogantly lifted his chin, and leisurely spat out a few words.

"Want to know?"

"Heh."

"Just wait and see."

That casual tone, that disdainful expression, that air of superiority which said, "You common mortals aren't worthy of speaking with me," instantly became the final straw that broke the camel's back!

"Fuck!"

"Qian Daoliu, you old bastard! What are you acting so smug for?!"

"Didn't you just land a job guarding Senior's door? What's so great about that?!"

"Exactly! If your reason can't convince me later, then I... I'll cry right at Senior's doorstep today!"

The group of Title Douluo hollered in rage, rolling up their sleeves. If not for the fact that they were in Maple Dye Pavilion—and that they genuinely could not beat him—they probably would have already swarmed Qian Daoliu and kicked him in a circle.

However, amid the noisy commotion, a noble yet frosty aura spread in from outside the door.

The hall, which had been as noisy as a marketplace just moments ago, instantly fell silent.

The anger and jealousy on every Title Douluo's face turned into respect and humility the instant they sensed that familiar presence.

As if by prior agreement, they turned toward the entrance and bowed slightly.

Bibi Dong entered slowly, dressed in a simple yet luxurious purple gown, her steps elegant and unhurried.

There was a trace of languidness on her