Yu Xiaogang recognized Bibi Dong's handwriting. His fingers jerked, and he hurriedly folded the letter shut as his heartbeat suddenly quickened.
He instinctively turned his head and glanced at Liu Erlong beside him from the corner of his eye. Seeing her frowning at the letter in his hands, he felt a surge of guilty unease.
Before the Soul Master Tournament, he had gone alone to Spirit Hall and knelt before Bibi Dong, pleading desperately so Tang San could compete without trouble.
At the time, he had promised Bibi Dong that he would sever ties with Liu Erlong once the Soul Master Tournament ended.
Now, several months had passed since the tournament.
He had deliberately avoided the matter all this time, trying his best not to think about that promise.
But now, Bibi Dong's handwritten letter was in his hands.
His first reaction was: Had Bibi Dong sent someone with this letter to remind me to keep my promise?
Playing dumb was no lasting solution. Even swindling and deception reached the end of the road eventually.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's odd expression, evasive gaze, and strained complexion, Liu Erlong had already guessed a little of what was going on.
"Did Bibi Dong send someone to deliver this letter?"
Liu Erlong stared at Yu Xiaogang, her voice icy.
Yu Xiaogang felt even guiltier.
He knew Liu Erlong's temper.
After a moment's hesitation, he nodded.
"Judging by the handwriting... it's from Bibi Dong. Erlong, go back inside first. I'll come find you in a little while."
"Yu Xiaogang! Are you still tangled up with that bitch? Just how much are you hiding from me?!"
Liu Erlong's temper flared at once.
This was not the only reason she was angry.
During the Soul Master Tournament's final battle, Ye Han had exposed Yu Xiaogang's plagiarism in