Bibi Dong didn't bother with pleasantries. She went straight to dragging up the old score.
The records were crystal clear.
After the war ended, the Spirit Hall had been desperately short of money, so it borrowed twenty million Gold Soul Coins from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to pay Soul Master subsidies and provide disaster relief.
As collateral, the Spirit Hall had handed over the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone of the Golden Crocodile Emperor—the only inherited Soul Bone Golden Crocodile Douluo had left behind ten thousand years ago.
Later, once the Spirit Hall had regained its footing, it tried to repay the loan with interest and redeem the Soul Bone.
But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had stuck to one story: the Soul Bone was gone. An Evil Soul Master had stolen it.
Bibi Dong's lips curled into a dangerous smile as she fixed Ning Fengjing with a stare. "Sect Master Ning, how do you propose we settle this score?"
Ning Fengjing's legs went weak. He nearly dropped to the floor on the spot.
So it was about that!
Ancestors above! How many years ago had that old debt been?
I wasn't even sect master back then!
But how could he dare argue? He could only grimace and swallow his pride. "Senior, this... this was a mistake on our sect's part, a mistake! I'll make compensation. I'll pay double!"
"No need."
Bibi Dong waved a hand, cutting him off. "I didn't come here today to collect a debt."
She turned to look at Chen Doudou behind her, a sly glint flashing in her eyes. "Next, I'd like to have a proper talk with you. In the meantime, let Doudou look around your sect."
"I imagine you won't object?"
Ning Fengjing felt a chill run through him. That