"Heh heh."
Such sincere praise from the heart made Wang Zhong laugh happily.
"However, although this wood clone spirit ability is very strong, I have even more powerful spirit abilities." Speaking of this, even though he was facing the Pope, Wang Zhong proudly put his hands on his hips, looking incredibly impressive.
"Oh, so the ghost tiger's right leg bone provided a spirit ability that made you very satisfied. What is it?"
Looking at the proud expression on Wang Zhong's little face, Bibi Dong asked with a gentle smile.
However, she had already guessed what it was.
The practicality of the wood clone was second to none, and the spirit ability provided by a spirit bone that made Wang Zhong so pleased could only be one thing.
The unique innate skill of the Ten Thousand Year Ghost Tiger King: True and False Exchange!
"True and False Exchange. I can freely switch between my true body and the wood clone."
Wang Zhong excitedly told Bibi Dong about his right leg bone spirit ability, but the other party did not show much surprise. She just smiled and looked at him.
Wang Zhong scratched his head and asked, "Your Excellency, is this spirit ability not good?"
For a moment, Wang Zhong lost confidence. He thought it was the strongest spirit ability, but Bibi Dong's reaction wasn't what he expected.
"No, this spirit ability complements your wood clone perfectly. Illusory and real, false and true, with your current control over the wood clone, you can achieve perfection.
"Facing your wood clone, even those at the Soul King or Soul Emperor level would be disoriented and toyed with by you. This is indeed a very powerful spirit bone skill.
"The reason I appear so calm is because I had a general idea. And if I'm not mistaken, your right leg should have a complementary skill, Shadow Clone, right?"
Bibi Dong chuckled, resolving Wang Zhong's doubts, and Wang Zhong put on a surprised expression, "You're so amazing, you guessed it all."
This expression made Bibi Dong chuckle.
She ruffled Wang Zhong's hair and sat down again, appraising the little guy in front of her. Who would have thought that this boy, who was less than eight years old, possessed so many enviable things?
Innate full spirit power, an endlessly growing tree martial soul, the nine-tailed celestial fox, an astonishing talent, unparalleled cultivation speed, and even an unyielding spirit of hard work and a relentless pursuit of progress.
Confidence, courage, bravery, passion, talent, effort… these are qualities that would make anyone remarkable if they possessed just one. Yet, this little guy had them all.
"That child's character is enough to win the favor of angels!"
For some reason, Bibi Dong thought of what Qian Daoliu had said that day in the Hall of Judgment.
"Indeed! He possesses a brilliance that matches that of angels. But the angels appeared too late. This young man's heart only holds Hu Liena."
Thinking this with a hint of helplessness, Bibi Dong composed herself and pulled Wang Zhong to sit on a stone beside her.
She embraced Wang Zhong's small body with her arms, resting her chin on his forehead, and asked softly, "Little one, do you want to become my disciple!"
There was no hesitation, no warning, and no solemnity.
The Pope taking a disciple was an event that could shake the entire continent or even the entire Spirit City, but at this moment, it was spoken in a very ordinary and casual manner.
And with this sentence, Wang Zhong understood.
He finally understood why the noble Pope had been coming here so often, and why this arrogant and cold woman was so gentle, even affectionate, towards him.
She valued his talent and wanted to take him as a disciple. All of this was simply her way of interacting with her disciples.
With his doubts resolved, Wang Zhong felt a sense of relief and even anticipation.
Master and disciple!
"You don't have to give me an answer too quickly. You can think about it for a long time, and I can wait for a long time."
"But no matter how long you think, you must give me a result, whether it's acceptance or refusal."
"Do you understand?"
Tightening her embrace, Bibi Dong said with a serious tone.
Wang Zhong leaned into Bibi Dong's embrace, feeling the warmth, and replied with a smile.
"Actually, you don't have to wait long. I can give you my answer now."
"I've thought about it."
"No child in this world could refuse being valued by Your Excellency the Pope and taken as a disciple. Nor can I. Rather, being valued by Your Excellency the Pope is Wang Zhong's good fortune and honor."
A slender, jade-like hand reached out and pinched Wang Zhong's nose forcefully, scolding him playfully, "You're such a smooth talker. You speak like those adults, all eloquent."
"Hehehe!"
Wang Zhong laughed foolishly, while Bibi Dong held him, no longer speaking, her peerlessly beautiful face adorned with a smile and tenderness.
After a while, Bibi Dong spoke again.
"Little Wang Zhong, becoming my disciple is not an easy matter. You will have to bear many things."
"Because I am the Pope, I bear all the glory of the Spirit Hall, and every action I take will have a profound impact on the Spirit Hall."
"As my disciple, these influences will also extend to you."
"Do you truly have the courage and ability to shoulder the glory of the Spirit Hall and the responsibility of being the Pope's disciple!"
Bibi Dong's words were solemn and serious, for they were undeniable facts.
But Wang Zhong shook his head at this moment, responding with a light chuckle.
"I don't know."
"But I am willing to work hard for it."
Bibi Dong simply smiled and replied gently.
"Yes, I believe in your efforts."
"Since you've agreed to be my disciple, there are now two things you must accomplish."
Wang Zhong was stunned, a bad premonition filling his mind, and he asked tentatively, "What things?"
Bibi Dong smiled happily and mischievously at this moment.
"The first is that you cannot lose the fight against those people in the fourth grade."
"The second is that you must win the five-year challenge match against Ying Yanyang and win the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone I've put up as a reward."
"You must accomplish both, or I will deal with you properly!"
"Ah!!!" Wang Zhong's little face immediately drooped.
Bibi Dong, however, smiled even more happily, and her embrace tightened, as if to firmly secure Wang Zhong within her arms.
Though warm, this embrace was a little suffocating for Wang Zhong. It was too tight.
This was a bond and responsibility he could not escape, a destiny sealed from the moment Wang Zhong agreed.
The web had found its anchor. Now, all that remained was to weave.