Everyone present turned their eyes toward Yu Xiaogang, wanting to hear what other solution he had.
"Imperial Tutor, this is a critical moment. You must come up with a way, or we'll have no choice but to resort to this last measure and hand over your disciple!"
"That's right, Imperial Tutor. It's better for one man to die than for all of us to die, isn't it? As long as we can hold out until His Majesty becomes a god, we'll still have a chance to turn things around!"
The officials all looked to Yu Xiaogang. If he truly had no solution, they could only tie up Tang San and hand him over to the Spirit Hall Empire in exchange for time.
Tang San's eyes darkened as he clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh.
I don't want to stay here for another second. Hand me over and beg for mercy?! How could they even do something like that?!
"Sigh... at this point, I can only say it. I didn't want to mention it, actually." Yu Xiaogang said, "I have an old acquaintance in the Spirit Hall Empire—their Pontiff."
"What?!" The Shrek members could hardly believe their ears, and Liu Erlong's expression turned grim as well.
Of course, she knew exactly what Yu Xiaogang meant. Before he had met her, Yu Xiaogang had actually met Bibi Dong first.
"Imperial Tutor, what do you mean by that? What do you mean, you have history with Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall Empire?!" Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.
"Imperial Tutor, why don't you explain it more clearly? What exactly is this history between you and Bibi Dong?" Oscar asked.
"It's like this. Before I met Erlong, the first person I knew