"You're going to Sea God Island?!"
Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet, unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
Lin Qian nodded. "With the Soul Master Tournament over, the continent will be quiet for a while. I want to use this last stretch of peace to break through my cultivation bottleneck and grow stronger."
After their relationship improved, Bibi Dong had also learned of his predicament. As someone who had passed the Rakshasa Eight Trials yet could only wield Level 98 strength, Her Holiness the Pontiff declared that she knew the answer to this one.
After learning that her disciple had suffered the same fate, she genuinely wanted to throw her arms around him and cry together, if not for her age and the dignified image she had to maintain (not really).
Lin Qian's talent was beyond question. Besides his outstanding strength, his brilliant mind and eye for the finest detail were things Bibi Dong admired. In the near future, when Spirit Hall rose to its full glory, its enemies would no longer be just the two great empires, but also forces great and small lurking in the shadows, impossible to guard against completely. Facing these unknown challenges, strength would be an indispensable foundation.
Much as she hated to admit it, Bibi Dong had to face reality: this disciple of hers was far better than her ex-boyfriend Yu Xiaogang!
Lin Qian: What stray cat or dog is Yu Xiaogang, daring to ride my coattails?
In short, Bibi Dong was finding it increasingly impossible to do without this disciple, who possessed both unrivaled martial prowess and the talent to shape a nation.
The Worship Hall was a bone stuck in her throat; even the Elder Hall was not enough to counterbalance it. Now that she had finally managed to