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Bibi Dong did not urge him, merely watching him with her eyes. If she had not guessed wrong, he had come because of what happened when Spirit Hall targeted their academy.
Yu Xiaogang gave Dongfang Yu one last look, a resolute glint flashing through his eyes. "Bibi Dong... it has been twenty years. Have you been well?"
He did not pursue the matter of being beaten just now. With Dongfang Yu standing here, he did not dare act rashly.
"Yu Xiaogang, you care whether I have been well? I now stand above ten thousand people. How could I possibly be doing poorly?" Bibi Dong said mockingly.
"Also, this is Spirit Hall. Address me as Your Holiness the Pope."
"Y-Your Holiness the Pope." Yu Xiaogang lowered his head.
For some reason, hearing those four words made Bibi Dong feel a wave of comfort through both body and soul.
She did not want to hear Dongfang Yu call her Pope because she still regarded him as her disciple. She did not want him to grow too distant from her. People were always this greedy.
But Yu Xiaogang was different. She had thought of this man for twenty years, yet hated him for twenty years as well!
She wanted this man to lower his head before her, because he had been far too heartless.
"What is it? Speak." Bibi Dong slowly descended from the papal dais and approached him.
"I... I would like to ask you something." Yu Xiaogang went straight to the point, not daring to keep beating around the bush.
"Hm?"
"I would like to ask how Your Holiness the Pope overcame the difficulties of cultivating Twin Martial Souls back then..."
Bibi Dong smiled faintly. "You do not need to know that."
"I came to ask on behalf of my