Bibi Dong returned to Spirit City and went straight to the Worship Hall. She was seething, her face dark as a storm cloud, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
She lifted her jade foot. Bang!
She kicked the doors of the Worship Hall open! The heavy doors slammed into the walls with a thunderous crash, startling the worshippers inside.
The sound of the doors hitting the walls echoed through the vast hall.
Bibi Dong's voice was icy, edged with accusation.
"Old fool, what exactly are you thinking? Why didn't you tell me about Xuan Qing and that Demon Dragon Douluo?"
Qian Daoliu glanced at her calmly.
"If I'd told you, then what? Recruit him or eliminate him? Which of those could you manage? If you can't do either, why tell you? It would only add to your worries."
Bibi Dong had no answer. He was right—she could do neither. If there was nothing she could do, telling her would be pointless.
Worse, her impulsiveness might have brought a powerful enemy down on Spirit Hall. Qian Daoliu had been right not to tell her.
But Bibi Dong was still furious. She was the pope, the highest ruler of Spirit Hall in the public eye, yet they had kept something this important from her. They clearly didn't take her seriously.
"Fine, I won't hold this against you. This is that brat's letter. Read it yourself and see what your granddaughter has come up with this time."
Bibi Dong pulled the letter from her robe and tossed it in front of Qian Daoliu, then turned to leave. She didn't want to stay a second longer.
Her relationship with Qian Daoliu had never been good. If she stayed any longer, she feared she might lose her temper and attack him. She