Several days later, Danheng returned to Spirit City. The Hengha Two Generals went back to make their report, while Danheng waited for the information he was owed before setting out.
"So, in the end, you only brought back those two Immortal Herbs."
The Papal Hall was terrifyingly quiet. After listening to the two men's report, Bibi Dong did not speak until a long while later.
"Yes, please forgive us, Your Holiness. That man named Di Tian... the two of us truly were no match for him."
Facing Bibi Dong's frost-covered gaze, Guimei truthfully reported what had happened.
There was nothing he could do. He simply did not have the strength. What else could he do if he could not beat him?
Could they really risk their lives against Di Tian for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
If they had, Spirit Hall's losses would have been far greater than just one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!
"Huff... Then what about Danheng? Did he not take part in this?"
Bibi Dong had nothing to say. Guimei had so openly admitted that he could not win—what else could she say?
She could still distinguish which mattered more: one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, or two loyal and exceptionally powerful subordinates.
"Mister Danheng... knows Di Tian."
"Knows him?"
A trace of suspicion immediately flashed through Bibi Dong's mind. Could this matter have been orchestrated by Danheng?
He knew Di Tian and wanted to save that little rabbit, yet could not find a suitable reason, so he had Di Tian do it.
But Danheng had no reason to save that little rabbit... unless...
"Your Holiness, I must remind you of one thing. Mister Danheng cannot possibly be a Soul Beast."
As though he had seen through Bibi Dong's thoughts, Yue Guan hurriedly spoke up.
"Oh? You're so certain? Why? Let