Li Sen smiled. "Are my theories really that impressive?"
"As I recall, the theories Spirit Hall promotes are Yu Xiaogang's ten great theories of martial souls.
"The martial soul evolution theory I introduced has never received Spirit Hall's official recognition."
Ghost Douluo naturally had an expressionless face-or perhaps his emotions simply rarely fluctuated-and showed little reaction.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, however, looked embarrassed. He glanced at Ghost Douluo, recalling Bibi Dong's lavish praise of Yu Xiaogang in the Papal Hall.
"Well... that isn't important."
"As long as you join Spirit Hall, the Pope will certainly have Spirit Hall officially endorse the martial soul evolution theory."
Li Sen's smile never reached his eyes.
"May I ask whether Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang joined Spirit Hall when his theories received official endorsement?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo fell silent again, narrowing his eyes slightly to conceal the chill in them.
He realized that Li Sen's attitude suggested he had little desire to join Spirit Hall.
At that thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped following Li Sen's lead and spoke again.
"Grandmaster Li, are you willing to join Spirit Hall?"
"Tell us whatever conditions you have, but leave unrelated matters out of this."
"Think your answer through carefully!"
Li Sen smiled.
When he had first transmigrated, he had considered joining Spirit Hall too.
But he lacked talent. All he had was his brain.
He had relied on his brains and theories to rise, researching many things.
He didn't mind handing those things over in a trade, but Yu Xiaogang would never simply stand by and watch. He was notorious for freeloading off other people's theories.
And Bibi Dong was a crazed, lovesick fool who would certainly step in to protect him.
So there was nothing more to say.
Hearing the warning in Chrysanthemum Douluo's words, Li Sen stopped beating around the bush