Saintess Bibi Dong's Bottleneck

As the scene ended, Qian Renxue wore a teasing smile and leaned close to Luo Can. "Husband, look, she even wants us to help repair that Fake Sword Tip."

Luo Can smiled and rubbed Qian Renxue's head. "Then, Xue'er, do you think we should help her repair it?"

A sly glint flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes. "Repair it? Of course we should. An ancient Soul Tool isn't so easily restored. We only need to... drag it out for two years."

She paused, the corners of her lips curving upward. "Hehe, when the time comes, I'll take Saintess Bibi Dong and seize her Pope position! Let's see how she can still destroy Spirit Hall!"

"Fine, we'll do as you say." Luo Can nodded in agreement.

The two exchanged smiles, clearly feeling no guilt whatsoever about tricking Pope Bibi Dong.

After all, she was the woman who would lead Spirit Hall to destruction in the future.

Over the following days, the two strolled along Fate-Defying Lake, admiring the scenery while discussing how to trick Bibi Dong.

They went back and forth, growing more animated the longer they talked.

When they passed Saintess Bibi Dong's courtyard, they even deliberately went inside to ask for her opinion.

Bibi Dong was cultivating in the courtyard. After hearing their plan, she calmly gave her answer. "I have no objections. Spirit Hall will fall into our hands sooner or later anyway. When that happens, the Sword Tip will be ours too."

Qian Renxue and Luo Can exchanged looks, barely holding back their laughter.

It seemed this Saintess Bibi Dong had no pressure at all about tricking herself either!

Luo Can gave a light cough, suppressing his smile before asking, "Bibi Dong, what realm has your Purple Demon Eye reached?"

Bibi Dong thought for a moment before answering