Sisu the Divine Dragon

Deep in Qian Daoliu's weathered eyes, which looked clouded but were sharp as ever, flashed unmistakable disgust and anger.

He knew almost without thinking who the pill was for.

Yu Xiaogang.

The name was like an old thorn lodged in Qian Daoliu's heart. It would not kill him, but it grated on him whenever he remembered it.

A good-for-nothing whose Martial Soul had mutated for the worse, leaving his Soul Power forever stuck below level thirty! A so-called "theoretical Grandmaster" who could do nothing but pontificate over a few tattered books, yet could not even solve his own problem!

To this day, he could not understand how Bibi Dong, once a dazzling talent on whom Spirit Hall had pinned such high hopes, could have fallen for a man like that.

What angered him more was that, after all these years, that woman—now the esteemed Pope of Spirit Hall—still could not forget that worthless man.

For his sake, she had even used Spirit Hall's resources to seek a custom-made pill from Ge Duo.

Had she forgotten who she was? Had she forgotten Spirit Hall's reputation?

Anger flared in Qian Daoliu's chest. He felt his son Qian Xunji had been wronged, and he felt a pang of sorrow that Spirit Hall was now in the hands of a woman ruled by her feelings.

But in the end, he did nothing.

Times had changed. Bibi Dong was the Pope of Spirit Hall, revered and unfathomably powerful. Even as the Great Enshrined, he could not interfere too much with her decisions.

His resentment and contempt merely settled another layer deep in his heart.

Back at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Ever since Lin Wan had turned the tide at the exchange tournament a few months earlier, his popularity at Heaven Dou Royal Academy had