"What are you standing around for? Don't you want to take the Pope's seat?"
"Uh!"
Su Wen glanced at the dazzling Papal throne. Its golden splendor was certainly enough to stir one's imagination.
An ordinary person would have been eager to take it.
But he couldn't.
It wasn't that he had no desire for power. It was just that seeing Bibi Dong work from morning until night every day gave him a headache. The Pope's job was practically backbreaking labor.
Su Wen shook his head. "Teacher, you're still young. This is the time to strive for success."
Bibi Dong gave a cold laugh. "Heh. Why do I get the feeling you just don't want to help your teacher?"
"Actually, Nana would be more suited to it..." Su Wen hadn't even finished speaking before Bibi Dong glared the rest of his words right out of his mouth. "Just say you're lazy..."
Caught out, Su Wen didn't even blush. He tactfully changed the subject. "Teacher, do you remember that you promised me a gift when I reached level forty? I'm almost a Spirit King now."
Bibi Dong smiled faintly, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Haven't I already given you one? I asked you to be the Grand Pontiff of the Rakshasa God. You don't want to?"
"Teacher, I'll head back now, haha!"
Su Wen felt there was no point continuing the conversation. He'd sneak away tomorrow.
As for the consequences...
He'd deal with them when he got back.
Back in his courtyard, Bi Ji was pruning the flowers and plants.
When she saw Su Wen return, she stood up and brought out a cup of hot tea.
Bi Ji handed him the cup. "You seem troubled!"
Su Wen took a sip and asked out of the blue, "Bi Ji, do you