Seeing Daiqisi's utterly horrified expression, Song Qingshu snapped his fingers beside her ear. "If you're done being shocked, consider a more practical question. What do you think Xiao Zhao will do once she learns the truth?"
When Daiqisi remained silent, Song Qingshu continued, "Oh, I nearly forgot. According to your Ming Cult's rules, Saintesses and the like are meant to be offered to Lord of Light. By rights, both you and your daughter should belong to Lord of Light. Of course, your ownership now belongs to me. If Lord of Light wants you, he'll have to ask whether I agree." As he spoke, he smugly waved the contract Daiqisi had signed earlier.
Daiqisi completely ignored his remarks about owning her and instead seriously considered how her daughter would react if what he said was true. Xiao Zhao usually seemed gentle and mild, as though she had no opinions of her own, but that was only under normal circumstances. If she learned that something had happened to Zhang Wuji, she would surely stop at nothing. As her mother, how could Daiqisi fail to notice how deeply her daughter loved Zhang Wuji?
As for the reverence a Ming Cult disciple ought to have for Lord of Light... Daiqisi merely sneered a few times and dismissed it altogether.
Song Qingshu smiled when he saw her expression. "It seems we think alike. Xiao Zhao will definitely seek revenge on Lord of Light. So who do you think the Persian Ming Cult will support? The puppet girl Cult Master in their eyes, or the great Lord of Light?"
"Of course, Lord of Light!" Daiqisi said coldly. Under ordinary circumstances, she truly could not have been certain what the Treasure Tree Kings and elders of the Main Altar would choose. After all, a puppet girl was