Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo did not answer.
Bibi Dong said nothing more.
After a long while, Bibi Dong arrived alone at a small courtyard near the Pope's Palace.
"Sect Master Ning has truly lived a leisurely life this past year." Bibi Dong looked at the man reclining in a wicker chair, basking idly in the sun, and spoke flatly.
Ning Fengzhi rose and smiled. "Wasn't it because Your Eminence the Pope said we had betrayed the Human Race, forcing us to stay here?"
Bibi Dong looked away and said evenly, "I can let you leave. I can even help you capture Poison Douluo."
Ning Fengzhi froze for a moment before asking suspiciously, "What condition does Your Eminence the Pope intend to offer?"
Bibi Dong said, "Submit to me."
Ning Fengzhi fell silent.
Bibi Dong glanced at him, then turned away. "Since you are unwilling, continue staying here. We have plenty of time and patience."
After hesitating, Ning Fengzhi said, "Fine."
In truth, what had trapped Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo was not Spirit Hall's power.
It was Bibi Dong's accusation.
That they had betrayed the Human Race.
With that single statement and the evidence in Bibi Dong's hands, once the three of them escaped, she could launch a campaign against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
With such a righteous justification, no one in the world could say much against it.
More importantly, though, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was far weaker than Spirit Hall. If they had been strong enough, what could Spirit Hall have done even if it came to surround and suppress them?
But Ning Fengzhi no longer wanted to remain trapped. He wanted to capture Poison Douluo and trade him for his daughter.
Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction. Then, once again, she set out