Spirit Hall.
The solemn Papal Palace, council chamber.
Only Bibi Dong and Salas were present.
Salas stood respectfully a hundred meters away, his voice clear:
"...Your Holiness, that is everything."
He relayed, point by point, the intelligence Xia Yan had given him.
Bibi Dong sat upright upon the papal throne, her bearing sharp and imposing. Her rose-red eyes were like crystals, beautiful enough to steal one's breath.
Xia Yan...
She did not know how Xia Yan had obtained this information, but he certainly could not be toying with Spirit Hall. What she could not understand was this: if he felt nothing for Spirit Hall,
why had he directly told Spirit Hall about Tang Hao instead of demanding benefits?
Bibi Dong held no grudge against Tang Hao.
Had Tang Hao not gravely wounded Qian Xunji, she would never have seized the chance to kill Qian Xunji with her own hands, nor would she now be the Pope.
But she had to go.
Bibi Dong's gaze turned razor-sharp. That filthy bastard would soon take control of the Heaven Dou Empire. If he rebelled, he would become a grave threat.
If she could personally execute Tang Hao, her prestige would surely soar. Even if Qian Daoliu forced her to yield, he would have to think carefully in the face of her reputation and ninety-eighth-rank Soul Power...
"Agree to his terms."
Bibi Dong's rose-red eyes seemed to pass through the platinum walls as she gazed into some distant unknown. Her cold voice echoed through the council chamber:
"Once Shrek is eliminated, I will go there personally and judge Tang Hao."
Salas clasped his hands and declared loudly,
"Your Holiness is wise!"
Yet delight showed in his eyes. He had contributed nothing to this matter, but the credit would still be his!
The Soul