Spirit Hall!
When Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan requested permission to train in the Lost Trace Grand Canyon, Bibi Dong refused without a second thought.
She rose to her feet, her slender figure radiating an aura that seemed at least nine feet tall. Her gaze swept over Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, its sharpness making all three tremble.
"Nana, Xie Yue, Yan, I am very disappointed in you. You lost the Soul Master Tournament, and I hoped you would turn that shame into courage. Now I have found you a teacher who could be called the finest on the continent, yet you want to run off to the Lost Trace Grand Canyon?"
"What is the meaning of this? Do you not trust Xiaogang, or do you not trust me?"
Confident in Bibi Dong's usual affection for her, Hu Liena straightened her back and clenched her delicate hands into fists.
"Teacher, Grandmaster makes us run all day. Apart from running, all we do is combat training. Are these exercises really any use to us?"
Bibi Dong's brows drew together.
"How dare you, Nana!"
"You simply haven't seen the deeper meaning behind Xiaogang's methods. Once you understand the painstaking care he has put into this, you will see the purpose of this training."
"Now leave. If you dare mention going to the Lost Trace Grand Canyon again, don't blame me for punishing you."
Hu Liena bit her red lip, wanting to argue a little more.
But Xie Yue and Yan were already as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to utter another word. Xie Yue tugged at Hu Liena, and the three left the Pope Hall together.
Bibi Dong's expression relaxed. The majesty of the Pope vanished from her eyes, leaving only the tender feelings of a sixteen-year-old girl.