Inside the imposing Pontiff's Palace, Qian Renxue, disguised as Bibi Dong, wore a frosty expression. She was not truly angry, merely gazing coldly at Hu Liena and the other two below.
Having long suspected Ye Wen's identity, she had already given up hope that the championship would belong to Spirit Hall. It was just a pity that the grand prize—three soul bones—had been announced before the tournament, and they had been intended for the three people before her.
With Spirit Hall about to lose three Treasures of the Blood River, Qian Renxue had no choice but to come out and put on an act, even if she could not be bothered to play along with them.
Qian Renxue said flatly, "Hu Liena, do you three know your sins?"
The already pale faces of Hu Liena and the other two dripped with cold sweat. They knelt halfway to the ground, not daring to utter a word.
Although this was Qian Renxue's first time impersonating Bibi Dong, her performance was flawless. With two God King investors secretly backing her, even Hu Liena, who had followed Bibi Dong for so many years, detected nothing unusual. She also knew very well that, when it came to such major matters, even Bibi Dong could not possibly let her off so lightly.
"Y-Your Holiness the Pontiff, the three of us admit our guilt. We will calmly accept any punishment. Please quell your anger," Hu Liena said tremblingly. She could not even bring herself to use her usual intimate form of address, Teacher.
Qian Renxue remained silent for a long while. Xie Yue and Yan were easier to deal with. Not only were they no less talented than Hu Liena, but they were also utterly loyal to Spirit Hall. Even during the future final battle, when they