The Grandmaster Is Gone

"Go down."

Late at night, the tall Bibi Dong, leaning on her scepter, entered the room where Yu Xiaogang was being held. By this time, the freezing effect on his body had been lifted, and he was hanging his head, muttering to himself in a dejected manner.

"How could that be? How could that be? He's just a Soul Ancestor. Right, according to my theory of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, the Soul Ring bottleneck cannot prevent Soul Master's Soul Power from improving. It's just that without the guidance of Soul Ring, one cannot enter the next level. While one cannot break through levels at the current level, the Soul Power cultivated is still there. Once Soul Ring is obtained, it will naturally manifest itself."

"This Yu Tianshuang is definitely not just a level 50 Soul Ancestor. He just hasn't obtained Soul Ring yet. His Soul Power Level has probably reached a very high level, which is why..."

Bibi Dong leaned against the wall by the door. As a powerful figure at the Titled Douluo level, she heard Yu Xiaogang's whispered words perfectly. Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong twitched the corners of her mouth, but in her heart, she hated her past self even more. How could she have fallen for such a person?

"Dong'er, I knew you would come to see me. Has Yu Tianshuang joined the Spirit Hall? You're the Pope, so you ordered him to release me. His feud with Xiaosan... his grandfather must be dead. Right, why are you ordering him to do anything? You're the Pope! Who in the Spirit Hall doesn't listen to you? Just release me directly."

Yu Xiaogang saw Bibi Dong standing outside the door. Through the erected iron fence, he excitedly ran over, grabbed the iron fence as if it were a lifeline, and stared intently at Bibi Dong as he spoke.

Although Bibi Dong had seen through the hypocrite in front of her, she still couldn't completely let go of the man she had once loved so deeply. She had come today to settle everything. She wanted to tell him the truth about what had happened, that she hadn't abandoned him, that everything she had done back then was to protect him, and that after being defiled by Qian Xunji, she felt unworthy of him. Moreover, when Qian Xunji died, she was surprised to find that she was pregnant, so this misunderstanding had continued until today.

"Back then, Qian Xunji, who was severely injured by Tang Hao, returned to find that the most promising genius of the Spirit Hall, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, already had a boyfriend. This was unbearable for Qian Xunji, who already had a very strong desire for control. After his return from serious injury, his temperament became even more extreme. Back then, I was afraid he would hurt you, so in order to protect you, I..."

Whenever Bibi Dong recalled those events, her heart bled. Her teacher, whom she had always respected and admired, had done such a beastly thing to her. And this man she had once deeply loved—to protect him, she had been forced to break up with him. Now, as she endured the extreme pain and finally wanted to tell him everything, Yu Xiaogang interrupted her before she could finish:

"It doesn't matter, Dong'er. What happened back then doesn't matter anymore. Whatever your reasons for abandoning me, that's fine. Protecting me or whatever you think is good for you, that's all that matters. The most important thing now is for you to release me quickly. Oh, I understand. What are you saying all this for? Don't worry, I will never hold a grudge against you for what happened back then. You must be doing this for my own good, so if you release me, I will definitely persuade Xiaosan not to be your enemy. Oh, I understand. Then let's make up, okay? Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well. I..."

Bibi Dong was truly heartbroken at this moment. Forcing herself to suppress her pain, she put away the matter buried deep in her heart and put on her beautiful face again with the domineering queenly demeanor. In an instant, she transformed from a woman with painful memories back into the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

"Dong'er, you..."

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish speaking, he realized that his former lover had suddenly become a complete stranger, as if something had been truly shut out by an iron fence. He then found his breathing becoming very rapid, his whole body weak, and before he lost consciousness, he was still muttering something, but Bibi Dong's figure had completely disappeared from his sight.

"Your His Holiness the Pope..."

When Bibi Dong came out, she saw Yu Tianshuang standing there with his arms crossed, having been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing her, Yu Tianshuang stepped forward and bowed.

"Yu Tianshuang, Yu Xiaogang is dead, what are you thinking?"

Bibi Dong knew why Yu Tianshuang brought Yu Xiaogang here. He still held a sliver of hope that his grandfather was alive, which was why he brought Yu Xiaogang here. What he didn't know was the story between him and Yu Xiaogang. Now that he had extinguished Yu Xiaogang's only hope, Yu Xiaogang would definitely harbor resentment towards him.

"Hmm, are you alright?"

Yu Tianshuang raised his head, his sharply defined face and cold, peach-blossom eyes looking at Bibi Dong with a complicated expression. For a moment, Bibi Dong couldn't understand what the young man meant. There was something inexplicable in his eyes, as if there was something called pity.

"What do you mean by 'it's okay'? If you're blaming me, blame me. If something's wrong, just say so, and I'll make it up to you. If you feel resentful towards me but say 'it's okay' on the surface, that won't do. I don't need a subordinate who harbors resentment towards me. I need someone who truly..."

For some reason, Bibi Dong felt uneasy about what she had just seen in his eyes, but having been in a high position for a long time, she couldn't tell anything on the surface. She still spoke to Yu Tianshuang with that queenly demeanor, but before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned into silence by Yu Tianshuang's next words.

"I meant, are you alright? Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?"

She understood. This time, Bibi Dong's face finally showed an uncontrollable change. The grievances buried deep in her heart for many years burst forth like a dam breaking, and tears instantly streamed down her face uncontrollably. Yu Tianshuang's gaze was fixed on her, making her immediately realize what was happening. She quickly turned her head away, composed herself slightly, and said:

"What do I, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, need a child like you to do? What are you capable of? These matters are complex. I'll explain them to you when I have time. Also, it's one thing if you don't call me Your His Holiness the Pope, but what are you calling me? You should address me with the respect due to a formality, understand?"

After speaking, Bibi Dong turned around, having already regained her usual queenly demeanor, as if the person who had just turned away to wipe away tears was not her at all. She stared at Yu Tianshuang for a deep look before disappearing from the spot.

"Don't be late tomorrow. If you dare make me wait, humph, I'll show you what the Pope's authority is like!"

Yu Tianshuang gazed in the direction Bibi Dong had left, her unique, queen-like voice ringing in her ears. However, there was something indescribable about that voice, completely different from the feeling she usually had when admiring a talented junior.