"The disciple I want to take naturally has to do with His Holiness the Pope."
And under Bibi Dong's slightly relaxed expression, he dropped a sentence for everyone: "So next, I need to discuss things properly with His Holiness the Pope. Rongrong, Xiao Wu, you can cultivate peacefully at the academy; your master will contact you later."
Then he waved a hand.
Yang Xing and Bibi Dong disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Grandmaster's body stiffened on the spot, his face unsightly, and his clenched fists still trembling slightly.
Everyone else present, including Yang Xing's disciples Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, all wore bewildered expressions.
A few seconds later, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were the first to recover their wits.
Ning Rongrong frowned and asked Xiao Wu suspiciously, "Xiao Wu, did that stinky master just say he wants to take a disciple related to that Pope? Is it someone related to that Pope?"
Xiao Wu also looked hesitation all over as she said, "It should be, right? It couldn't possibly be taking that terrifying His Holiness the Pope herself as a disciple, right? Master is a Titled Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, and that Pope is also a Titled Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring. Could it be that the Pope is introducing someone for Master to take as a disciple?"
The rest of the people also chatted and communicated sparsely, guessing what had just happened, but they found they simply couldn't guess.
In the end, they all cast their gazes unanimously toward Grandmaster, who was the only one who had truly participated in it just now.
Flender took the lead in speaking, "Xiaogang, what on earth happened?"
Grandmaster opened his mouth, his lips trembling twice.
He looked at the gazes cast by everyone—those curious, puzzled, and probing eyes made