"The Rakshasa God's presence. Could Xiao San also be a Rakshasa God's Successor?"
Not far away, Bibi Dong wore a brilliant golden gown that fitted her perfectly from head to toe. The dazzling formal dress shimmered with a jewel-like radiance, and her fair skin and nearly flawless features made her look so extraordinary. In particular, the intangible nobility and sanctity she exuded made others unable to resist the urge to prostrate themselves in worship.
Noble, elegant, serene—every beautiful word seemed to suit her. Yet no one would have imagined that such a peerlessly magnificent, elegant, and tranquil woman would also be a Rakshasa God's Successor.
"Never mind. Let fate take its course." Bibi Dong sighed, watching Tang San's figure without saying anything more.
Now that Xiao Gang had returned, as long as he stayed by her side, what did it matter whether she became a god?
All that mattered was being with Xiao Gang.
And Tang San was Xiao Gang's disciple, as well as the Holy Son of Spirit Hall whom she had personally appointed. He treated Tang San with even more affection than he showed Hu Liena. Apart from Qian Renxue and Yu Xiaogang, Tang San held the highest place in her heart.
If she and Xiao Gang had no children in the future, she would regard Tang San as her child.
"Dong'er."
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man raised his head to gaze at Bibi Dong's noble, breathtaking figure. Her exquisitely curved back, slender waist, full, rounded, upturned buttocks, and the contours of her legs wrapped somewhat tightly in her golden gown all radiated fatal temptation.
A woman like her was like a celestial maiden. If he held her in his arms and walked down the street, he would enjoy the gazes of countless people.
As Yu Xiaogang looked at