She accepted no one's threats, much less threats involving Na'er.
Even if she could not kill him, she still had to teach him a lesson.
"This poison is your pun—"
Unfortunately, before she could finish, she was immediately proven wrong.
Yang Hao's body slowly turned woody, transforming into a wooden figure.
That was right—this was the clone he had left behind. His real body had long since fled.
"Cunning brat."
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, feeling utterly stifled inside.
She had actually suffered setback after setback at the hands of a junior. It was infuriating!
As for Yang Hao's real body, he had already gone to Qian Renxue to complain.
"Fooling Qian Renxue"
"The Pope of Spirit Hall secretly came looking for you?"
After hearing her trusted lackey's account, Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat.
Why had that woman come here?
"She wanted to recruit me and have me join Spirit Hall."
Yang Hao appeared exceptionally frank.
Bang!
"This is going too far!"
With one punch, Qian Renxue smashed the table to pieces, so furious she wanted to stab someone.
This was definitely aimed at her—perhaps even retaliation.
"You didn't agree, did you?"
Only after quite some time did Qian Renxue barely suppress her anger. She looked at the burly young man across from her.
"Of course I didn't agree. That Pope looked mentally unstable, like some resentful woman. I even felt that she had self-destructive tendencies. Who knows what she went through back then? She's changed a lot."
Yang Hao put on a puzzled expression. It was time to resolve the conflict between this mother and daughter.
As Lu Xun once said, before dealing with outside enemies, one must first stabilize the home front. Internal unity was important—there had better not be any melodramatic nonsense.
"You know her well?"