Spirit City.
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly. Tang Hao had been discovered so quickly?
Was it really because he had brought along deadweight?
Bibi Dong was actually quite frustrated. She had no real grudge against the Clear Sky Sect, but the one above had supported her ascension to the position of Pope, so she still had to put on a show for appearances' sake.
For instance, how could she not send assassins after Clear Sky Sect disciples who openly operated in the Spirit Master world?
Everyone in the Spirit Master world knew of the enmity between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect. The Clear Sky Sect had practically been beaten into hiding, yet its disciples were still wandering around outside. If she did not dispatch assassins to wipe them out, where would the Pope's dignity be?
What was most infuriating was that after the first assassination attempt failed, she had already planned to give up. After all, whether the Clear Sky Sect's people lived or died had nothing to do with her.
But even more outrageous was that Tang San, a direct-line disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, had actually entered Spirit City despite having exposed his identity. What was that supposed to mean? Was he challenging her dignity as Pope?
And that was not even the worst part. The most outrageous thing was that he had brought a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with him. A pillow delivered just when she was sleepy—who could resist that temptation?
Though she had been subtle about it, she had made her position clear: as long as the Clear Sky Sect did not show itself openly, she could not be bothered to care. Yet the Clear Sky Sect's people always loved causing her trouble. Was it not just because she sat in the Pope's