Compared to Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong appeared calm and unhurried. However, those hands clenched silently at her sides made her seem far less relaxed than she looked.
"This is very clearly a trap aimed at us.
Besides, if they are smart enough, they absolutely won't provoke us under these circumstances.
Rather than taking the initiative, we would be better off waiting quietly for the other side to make their move.
Only that way can we gain the advantage in the negotiations that follow."
Qian Daoliu was enraged by Bibi Dong's attitude, so calm it bordered on indifference.
He pointed at her and cursed furiously, "Bibi Dong, you're truly heartless.
Xiao Xue is your own daughter. Right now, her life or death is unknown, and yet you're still thinking about negotiations.
Since you're unwilling to go, I'll personally infiltrate the Imperial Palace and rescue Xiao Xue."
Qian Daoliu dared to curse Bibi Dong partly because he did not know her current strength, and partly because he still held a sliver of expectation toward her.
He hoped she would remember the blood bond between mother and daughter and lend her strength at a time like this.
But the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
Qian Daoliu did not say goodbye. He simply flung his sleeve and left.
Without the slightest pause, he flew straight toward the direction of Heaven Dou City.
Inside the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's seat with a complicated expression, her heart caught in violent turmoil.
She did not think much of the Heaven Dou Empire.
But even after attaining godhood, she still felt unsettled because of Qian Renxue.
After attaining godhood, she had originally thought everything would be solved with ease.
Yet only when it came to Qian Renxue did she realize she could