"Tell me your terms!"
Qian Daoliu gazed calmly at Bibi Dong.
As Grand Pontiff,
he could advance no further.
But the stronger the people of Spirit Hall became, the more it would benefit Xiao Xue in the future.
For her sake,
he could compromise with Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong snorted and began pacing around the Angel Palace.
The surroundings fell quiet for a moment. The scrape of her high heels sounded especially loud, making the Worshippers' hearts tighten.
"First, I want you to acknowledge Su Wen as Spirit Hall's Holy Son and show him the respect he deserves!"
Su Wen and the Worshippers all froze when they heard Bibi Dong's words.
Qian Daoliu's expression shifted as well.
Word had long spread throughout Spirit Hall that their teacher-student relationship went beyond the ordinary, and that Bibi Dong had raised Su Wen as her adopted son. Now it seemed that was entirely true.
Qian Daoliu's feelings were complicated. If Xiao Xue had received such treatment, why would she have needed to go undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire?
"Bibi Dong, heh!"
Qian Daoliu let out a laugh. It was hard to tell whether he was mocking her, sneering at her, or laughing at himself.
Bibi Dong ignored him and continued with her second condition.
"Second, I want you to keep an eye on this Ice Silkworm. You may absorb it, but you mustn't prevent anyone else from doing so. You must even take it to Elder Hall regularly. If it escapes, you'll compensate me with three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, each at least one hundred and fifty thousand years old..."
The Worshippers exchanged glances. Bibi Dong's terms seemed reasonable enough.
They could agree to the first one. It was only the title of Holy Son, not Pope.
The second was understandable