"The master who published the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls," Bibi Dong said.
Everyone present froze. One teacher who usually disliked Yu Xiaogang and was always at odds with him said, "Huh? Yu Xiaogang is a master? Wasn't he..."
The teacher had been about to say that Yu Xiaogang had been stripped of his master title by Spirit Hall, and that the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls had also been deemed plagiarized, but Bibi Dong silenced him with a glare.
Bibi Dong cleared her throat and said with perfect confidence, "Xiaogang is..."
The Evil Emperor's ghostly voice entered the depths of Bibi Dong's mind. "Dongzi, if you want to embarrass yourself out here, embarrass only yourself. Don't drag the face of Martial Souls down with you. Tying the reputation of my Spirit Hall to that plagiarizing Lung Mist—can that Lung Mist Gangzi even afford the price? Can he bear it?"
Bibi Dong's face reddened slightly, and she hurriedly changed her words. "Even so, Xiaogang is still a master of soul master theory in my eyes. He simply has yet to reveal his brilliance, and his talent has yet to be recognized by the world."
Black lines appeared across everyone's foreheads. Even Tang San was no exception. Anyone who had spent time with Yu Xiaogang found it difficult to associate the words "Yu Xiaogang" and "talent."
Still, the undeniable truth was that a Title Douluo was backing Yu Xiaogang.
From within the crowd, a Buzz Cut emerged with his hands behind his back and his head held high, walking over to Bibi Dong's side.
His face was weathered. His body gave a shudder, releasing the melancholy aura of a scholar that made him seem almost convincing. "Dong'er, you came to see me."
"Mm, Xiaogang, it's been so long." Looking