"Xiao Xue, how was it? Did our ancestor agree?"
Qian Daoliu asked curiously.
Qian Renxue kowtowed in thanks, then staggered to her feet and helplessly shook her head.
"Our ancestor did not agree."
"She only gave me a gift to help me reach the threshold faster."
Pope's Palace.
The Pope's private chamber.
The place where Ye Qiu had nearly been forced by Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, slowly opened her eyes.
If anyone had been standing before her at that moment...
They would certainly have been shocked to discover...
That Bibi Dong's eyes were completely blood-red.
The vivid crimson seemed as though blood could drip from them at any moment.
On each of her fingers...
Were pitch-black nails five inches long.
They formed a stark contrast against her already exceptionally pale skin.
Her once noble and peerlessly beautiful face...
Now appeared terrifyingly twisted.
There were even streaks of blood across it.
Behind her floated an indistinct black phantom.
Opening her eyes, Bibi Dong took a deep breath.
A layer of black-purple light surged, and the changes on her body gradually faded.
She returned to her original appearance.
Though her complexion looked somewhat pale.
"Qian Daoliu, you are clever. To preserve the Qian Clan's foundation, you want my daughter to take your place."
A series of dense air bursts rang out around Bibi Dong's body.
She drifted into the air as golden light flashed.
The Pope's robes had already enveloped Bibi Dong's body.
She once again looked like that noble and decisive Pope.
"So what if you let Xiao Xue inherit your position? One day, I will destroy the foundation of your angels."
"Qian Daoliu."
"And that bitch!"
"You have still underestimated me far too much."
Bibi Dong's face twisted slightly. Those chaotic memories