Bibi Dong was absolutely furious.
"Open my heart?"
"Why does it feel like you all are holding a struggle session against me?"
Gu Yuena and her group burst into laughter.
Bibi Dong sat back down and retorted irritably, "Continue!"
Ling Yuan smiled and said:
"Just as Su Chen labeled you, do you think 'ingrate' is accurate?"
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at her, remaining silent, which was as good as an admission.
Ling Yuan continued:
"As Zhu Zhuqing just said, Ning Rongrong was also spoiled from a young age, so why is it that whenever she has something on her mind, she thinks of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"So, this is a personal problem of yours!"
Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Lingling nodded in agreement.
Bibi Dong accepted the premise.
Although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the truth; if she had only considered the Spirit Hall even a little, the outcome might have been different.
It was just as Su Chen had said—every pitiful person has their detestable side.
Ling Yuan scooted closer to Bibi Dong and offered some comfort:
"You've done very well."
"You had everything from a young age, possessed exceptional talent, and as the Holy Maiden of the continent's most powerful force, you stood at the pinnacle of the world early on."
"If I were as lucky as you, I would be willing to die for the Spirit Hall ten times over!"
The sea breeze blew, and the surface of the ocean shimmered with starlight.
Bibi Dong and her group sat on the deck, watching the sea, the stars, and the moon, chatting about everything from personal stories to poetry, and from poetry to the philosophy of life.
Even Erkang would have said he couldn't keep up with their conversation.
On