More than a week had passed. Heaven Dou City had gradually returned to its former calm, and the shadow of the plague had lifted. But the story of Xuan Qing's sacrifice still passed from mouth to mouth.
The atmosphere in Dugu Manor, however, was far from peaceful. Dugu Bo stood in the courtyard, his face livid and his eyes burning with anger as he glared at the two people across from him.
After learning of Xuan Qing's death, Bibi Dong had set her sights on Zhu Zhuqing.
So she had sent Yue Guan and Gui Mei to "invite" Zhu Zhuqing. They claimed it was to take her as a disciple, but in truth, they meant to put her under house arrest.
Once Zhu Zhuqing reached Spirit Hall, she would have no choice but to obey. She could either submit or die.
Yue Guan toyed with the chrysanthemum in his hand and chuckled.
"Old Poison, that kid's already dead, and you're still protecting her so fiercely? His Holiness the Pope intends to take her as a disciple. It's a blessing for her."
"If she comes back to Spirit Hall with us, she'll have the best resources and the best teachers. Becoming a Titled Douluo—or even a Peerless Douluo—would be well within reach. Isn't that better than staying here as a maid?"
Gui Mei spoke in a sinister voice.
"Chrysanthemum Guan, why waste your breath on him? Just take her away. She's a little girl without anyone to back her now. What could she possibly do?"
Dugu Bo completely blew his top. Pointing at the two men, he launched into a tirade.
"Bullshit! Do you really not know what that kid's capable of, or are you just pretending you don't? You want a fight? Fine. I'm game."
As soon as the words