Dai Yao raised his head in astonishment, looking at Bibi Dong's girlish delight, and a strange feeling stirred in his heart.
Was this really the Rakshasa God from the original work, the one who killed without blinking, cruel and vicious? And just now, when he had admitted he had deceived her and called her Your Holiness, Bibi Dong had insisted that he had to call her by her name.
The title "Your Holiness" was far too distant. It contained an immense difference in status, like a chasm that divided the relationship between them. But calling her by her name meant there was not much distance in their identities.
"Could it be that Bibi Dong sees me as her friend?"
Dai Yao's eyes flickered as he guessed inwardly.
Seeing Dai Yao's odd expression, Bibi Dong instantly came back to herself and recovered her usual aloof, lofty bearing. She said indifferently, "All right, go back. Since getting that One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was only an accident, I won't pursue it. Keep that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone as well."
"After all, a One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and its matching Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone have effects that complement each other."
"Besides, you obtained a One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring at the Spirit Emperor level. For our Spirit Hall, that's good news too."
"Once you grow up, there probably won't be anyone on the entire continent who can be your match."
"As for the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast you wanted to give me, keep it yourself. This is your opportunity. As the Pope, I do not have the habit of snatching a disciple's opportunity."
As her words fell, Dai Yao was immediately stunned.
In the original work, Bibi Dong had bitterly sought after One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.