Then he forced his stiff expression and spoke again.
"I'm begging you."
When those four words were squeezed from his mouth, even he found them unfamiliar.
But Bibi Dong merely sneered.
"Yu Xiaogang. Twenty years after we last met, the first thing you did wasn't ask whether I had been well, nor did you ask how I survived all these years. All you could talk about were your disciples, demanding cultivation methods from me."
Her voice grew softer and softer, until it sounded like she was talking to herself.
"Your personality hasn't changed at all from when we were together at Spirit Hall."
Grandmaster was left speechless.
At that moment, Bibi Dong's emotions suddenly surged forth. The Soul Power around her leaked out uncontrollably, and a terrifying blast of air erupted from within her, sweeping through the surroundings. The evening breeze abruptly turned into a gale. Grandmaster's robes were violently blown behind him, and the wind pressure distorted his face.
"Give up." Bibi Dong's voice came through the raging wind with perfect clarity. "I will never tell you."
After a moment.
Bibi Dong's Soul Power drew back into her body. Her breathing steadied, as though her earlier loss of control had been nothing more than an illusion.
Then she suddenly tilted her head, a teasing smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Didn't you just ask what I came here for?"
Grandmaster barely managed to steady himself, his heart trembling. "What did you come here for?"
Bibi Dong broke into a smile, coldly beautiful and radiant.
For that instant, Grandmaster was dazed, as though he saw some dusk from twenty years ago overlapping with the present. In the corridors of Spirit Hall, the setting sun slanted in through the windows. The young Bibi Dong had turned back and smiled