At this moment, Pontiff Bibi Dong sat upon the pontiff's throne, carefully reviewing the documents submitted by the Holy Halls in the major cities below. They were all disputes with the two great empires. The documents from the various Holy Hall Masters were filled with condemnation and dissatisfaction, asking when they would strike back against the two great empires.
The grudges between Spirit Hall and the two great empires had always persisted. Whether it was because the two great empires had grown increasingly overbearing in their conduct, or because Spirit Hall's side had become increasingly domineering, every side had its own problems. Minor friction could turn into major conflict, and the contradictions would only deepen.
Yet in these documents, Bibi Dong did not see a trace of self-reflection from the various Holy Hall Masters. Instead, they constantly condemned the Royal Families of the two great empires for their poor attitudes, completely placing themselves above the Royal Families of those empires.
Seeing these documents, Bibi Dong felt somewhat helpless. These Holy Hall Masters truly regarded their positions far too highly. A mere Holy Hall Master at the level of a Platinum Bishop dared to casually criticize an empire's emperor. Would they next criticize her, the pontiff, for failing to act?
Bibi Dong rubbed her aching temples. During the more than ten years she had held office, she had become paranoid because of that incident. At the same time, under her leadership, Spirit Hall's strength had become increasingly terrifying, and she no longer regarded the two great empires highly. But only someone in her position had the right to look down on the two great empires! These Holy Hall Masters were merely Platinum Bishops, middle-ranking figures within Spirit Hall, Soul Douluo-level soul masters. How had they become so inflated?
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