In a side chamber of the Papal Palace.
Ghost Douluo reported his findings and suspicions to Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong would not trouble her subordinates without cause. She had not previously ordered Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to kill Tang San. A failure outside the scope of their mission was naturally no excuse to put the screws to them.
Looking at Tang Hao's corpse, which Chrysanthemum Douluo had delivered, Bibi Dong knew at a glance that someone had stripped away his Soul Bones.
Qin Yuan was not the sort to keep every morsel for himself. Besides, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were close to him. Some of Tang Hao's Soul Bones were definitely in their possession.
"Hand them all over," Bibi Dong said calmly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo froze, clearly not having anticipated what she meant. "Your Holiness, hand over what?"
Bibi Dong sneered. "You were ordered to kill Tang Hao, so any Soul Bones you obtained must naturally be handed over to Spirit Hall. That is an unwritten rule within Spirit Hall. What, are you two planning to defect?"
As she spoke, Bibi Dong released an invisible Rakshasa pressure, crushing down on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo until they could barely breathe.
To them, it felt as though Bibi Dong could erase them with a single thought.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from their foreheads. Chrysanthemum Douluo still wanted to hold out, but when he saw Ghost Douluo's look, he deflated like a punctured ball.
He did not have a single Soul Bone, after all. He had finally obtained a high-age Soul Bone that suited him perfectly, and he truly could not bear to hand it over just like that.
But Bibi Dong never joked with them. If they refused, they probably would not leave this side chamber