"Do you think those elders took any of it to heart?"
After their impassioned tirade, Bibi Dong and Nan Feng returned to Pope Hall.
The six elders had all been riled up—at least, they had been riled up just then.
But Bibi Dong knew very well that it wouldn't change them.
They were the greatest beneficiaries in this world. What Nan Feng had said was harsh, but it was all true. And that was all there was to it.
"Of course... they didn't." Nan Feng had a realistic view of himself.
"My words were, at most, a shot of adrenaline. Once it wore off, that was it."
Incendiary rhetoric was always like that. But expecting those Titled Douluo, who had lived for decades, to change their ingrained views because of a few rousing words was pure fantasy.
He could even tell that quite a few of them had merely been going along with the crowd.
There was no light in their eyes, no fire.
They'd only responded because Demon Bear's corpse was right beside them. They hadn't dared to do otherwise.
"Then what was the point of making such a fuss?" Bibi Dong asked, perplexed.
"Don't forget, the Qian Family is the biggest slave owner on Douluo Continent."
The Qian Family stood to Spirit Hall as the royal families of the Two Great Empires stood to their empires. They were the masters. Everyone else, whether High Priests, elders, or those below them, were nothing but lackeys.
Whether Qian Daoliu or Qian Xunji, neither had ever treated the Soul Masters under Spirit Hall as people. They were no different from the emperors of the Two Great Empires.
"What, you think they'll tell Qian Daoliu what happened today?" Nan Feng said with a smile.
"Do you think they'd dare?"
Bibi Dong looked