"Hmph! Qian Daoliu, have you become so swollen with arrogance just after becoming a god?"
A cold, aloof female voice came from afar. Bibi Dong approached, dressed in a purple robe, holding a scepter and wearing the Pope's crown. Each step carried her hundreds of meters, and in an instant, she arrived before everyone.
"Xue'er greets Mother." After bowing to Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue said with a sweet smile, "Mother, congratulations on your strength advancing yet again."
"Xue'er, Mother also congratulates you on becoming a god. From now on, your lifespan will be boundless and your youth eternal." Bibi Dong laughed heartily. There was no day more worthy of celebration than this—her daughter had finally become a god.
"This old man merely believes that Bibi Dong, you have occupied your position long enough. Xue'er is your daughter, after all. The position of Pope should naturally belong to her, not your disciple Hu Liena. As her grandfather, isn't it only right for me to support her becoming Pope?" Qian Daoliu argued desperately. The pressure Bibi Dong was secretly exerting on him was simply too overwhelming; he was nearly unable to endure it, yet he still pretended that nothing was wrong.
"Your Qian family enjoys tremendous prestige within Spirit Hall, and the members of the Elder Hall obey your every command. You already got your hands on the position of the previous Pope, and now you want to support Xue'er's rise to power? Impossible! I will not agree!"
"Xue'er is still young and lacks experience. Even if she became Pope, so what? Wouldn't she still be led around by the nose by all of you? On the surface, Spirit Hall would seem to place Xue'er in the highest position, but the one truly calling the shots would be you, Qian Daoliu. You