"Damn it, Xu Ran is already involved with Qian Renxue, and he's still eyeing Bibi Dong? No, I have to tell Teacher about this right away."
"If Bibi Dong ends up siding with Xu Ran too, we'll probably be completely finished in Spirit Hall."
Tang San thought to himself. The thought of the relationship Xu Ran and Bibi Dong might develop gave him a terrible headache. Even so, he trusted Bibi Dong's character; as the Pope, she could never be easily won over by Xu Ran's deception.
But all along, Xu Ran had inexplicably accomplished countless impossible things, leaving him no choice but to consider the possibility.
What if that happened? Wouldn't Teacher be cuckolded again?
As for why he used the word "again," those who knew, knew.
"Teacher has it far too rough. No, both of us do. That bastard Xu Ran specifically targets the people around us. He's utterly shameless." Tang San's gaze was gloomy. Thinking of what he and his teacher had suffered filled him with sorrow.
Although Xu Ran had stolen the woman he loved, at least he still possessed formidable strength.
With that, he could at least barely endure this tragic fate.
But his teacher truly had it rough.
He had lost his strength and been humiliated by Xu Ran time and again. If Xu Ran stole Bibi Dong too, one could imagine how much psychological pressure his teacher would face.
Humiliated again and again, stripped of all his dignity as a man, he would probably sink into utter despair.
Bibi Dong brought Xu Ran straight to the Council Hall.
Xu Ran was somewhat disappointed. He had thought Bibi Dong would take him to her boudoir and had been looking forward to it. As the Pope's private chamber, her boudoir was probably extraordinary.
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