"Heaven Dou Empire is supposed to cede territory to your Spirit Hall?"
"You dare say something so treasonous?"
"Even if we dared to cede it, would you have the life to take it? Wishful thinking!"
Xue Beng flew into a rage, pointing at Bibi Dong's nose as he berated her, spittle flying everywhere.
Faced with everyone's fury, Bibi Dong's expression remained completely calm, as though those indignant accusations had nothing to do with her.
"Your understanding has always remained fixed on the Spirit Hall of the Second Timeline, but what the Heavenly Screen showed was the Spirit Hall of the First Timeline!
"Qian Cheng was Spirit Hall's Sixth Generation Pope—a madman with blood all over his hands, who treated human lives like grass, disregarded every rule, and allowed no one to defy him!"
"You are not from the First Timeline. You will never understand what it felt like to be engulfed by despair."
"That terror, where even the air you breathed reeked of blood... that pain of watching the people around you die one after another while being powerless to do anything!"
Bibi Dong's voice carried a faint, nearly imperceptible tremor, as though she could still feel the despair of being ruled by Qian Cheng.
"I don't believe he would really dare to kill people!"
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and held firm, yet an inexplicable unease rose within him.
Bibi Dong's description was far too vivid, and he could not help but waver.
"Even the me from the First Timeline was killed by Qian Cheng whenever he pleased. Would he fear killing insignificant people like you?
"In his eyes, you are no different from ants."
As though she had heard something laughable, Bibi Dong curled her lips mockingly, her eyes filled with ridicule.
"You—"
Dai Mubai was instantly left