Yu Xiaogang stood before his desk, with the note peeled off the outer wall of the Pope Palace spread out in front of him.
He had stood there for a full hour.
His fingers stroked slowly across the note, grazing over the four characters forced possession, and his eye sockets were red and bloodshot.
Surging within those murky eyes were anger, humiliation, and a sharp, almost painful clarity, as if someone had violently yanked him awake from a decades-long nightmare.
So that was how it was.
So back then, when Bibi Dong had suddenly changed her face and broken up with him, it wasn't because she looked down on his low cultivation, nor because she despised him as a trash Martial Soul, but because Qian Xunji had interfered.
And the method he used was so filthy.
Bibi Dong had been forcibly possessed by Qian Xunji.
She had hardened her heart and pushed him away just to protect him.
She knew Qian Xunji was capable of anything; if she didn't push him far away, Qian Xunji's next target would be Yu Xiaogang himself.
A piece of trash who could never break through three rings in his entire life was even lower than an ant before the Pope, and Qian Xunji wouldn't even need to find a reason to crush him to death.
That was why she had carried it for him.
The woman he had hated for decades, the woman he had gnashed his teeth and cursed in dreams during the dead of night whenever he thought of her, the woman he regarded as the greatest regret and humiliation of his life, had been protecting him from beginning to end.
And what was he doing?
He was hating her, resenting her. While she was imprisoned by Qian Xunji in the darkest