Qian Daoliu did not stop her, nor did he have the ability to stop her.
Rakshasa Divine Power and Angel God power were naturally opposing forces. Besides, Bibi Dong was only one step away from that level. Even Qian Daoliu was no match for her unless he risked his life in a desperate fight.
And even then, whether he could win was another matter.
An elder close to the chief worshippers stepped forward and asked Qian Daoliu what they should do next.
But he gave only one reply.
"Let her go."
After the man withdrew, Qian Daoliu slowly turned around and headed toward Douluo Hall.
Though he would not stop her, he still had to send word.
He could only hope that Bibi Dong retained at least a little of her duty as a mother.
By the time the letter reached Heaven Dou City, Qian Renxue had not yet had time to change into her court robes.
Only when her confidant handed her the letter did she learn what wonderful deed that mother of hers, connected to her by blood alone, had done.
Well, she had to admit it—truly impressive.
There was probably no one else in the world who was this far gone over love.
So she clapped her hands and summoned an attendant. "Send General Ge Long into the palace."
Ge Long was already in the city because he had returned to the capital to report on his duties, and Heaven Dou Empire's military affairs had never tolerated idlers.
Though the man in his fifties was not wearing his gleaming silver armor, the majesty that seeped from his bones still made the attendants lower their heads unconsciously.
When he saw Qian Renxue, he cupped his fist in salute.
"Your Majesty summoned me urgently. I did not dare delay."