Inside the cave, in a concealed spot.
[If... if I can't even do this much right.]
[Teacher might grow more and more disappointed in me!]
Bibi Dong quietly watched Xu Feng and listened in on his thoughts. For some inexplicable reason, it was as though her sand had gotten eyes in it, and her beautiful, diamond-bright eyes suddenly grew moist.
"No, that's not it..."
"I've never been disappointed in you. I was only pretending."
"You foolish disciple, why did you have to take it seriously?!"
Bibi Dong clenched her delicate hands, seized by the urge to rush over and explain, but she dared not...
Because she could sense that her disciple had already taken all her previous pretense seriously. If she rashly cleared things up, he probably wouldn't believe her. Instead, he would think she trusted him even less, that she was using such a clumsy lie to deprive him of his final chance to prove himself.
"It seems this is the only way I can help my disciple escape his obsession."
Bibi Dong murmured to herself, then quickly began casting an illusion.
An illusion was actually created by controlling Soul Power to form the desired appearance, thereby deceiving the eye. The stronger one was, the easier it became, and for a Titled Douluo, it was effortless. However, this illusion had a flaw: its pronounced Soul Power fluctuations made it easy to see through.
But right now, Yu Xiaogang was not only enduring the agony of his broken leg and the assault of the wicked urges from the Aphrodisiac Water, but also trying to calm the rage Xu Feng had stirred up. He probably no longer had the energy to notice an illusion.
Within a few breaths, a layer of illusory Soul Power had enveloped Bibi Dong. Judging by appearance