Over the following days, Spirit Hall soothed the crowd, while the other factions tacitly departed.
The two sides now had their own frictions, but neither wanted to be the first to start a war.
After everyone had left, Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong had Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Hu Liena leave first, leaving only Qian Renxue behind.
"Loss is loss. One failure doesn't decide everything."
"You're still young. You still have a future, and you've already surpassed many people."
Bibi Dong sat upon the Pope's throne. Her tone was cold, but her words showed concern for Qian Renxue.
"..."
Qian Renxue lowered her head and clenched her fists. She had nothing to say; this time, she had lost completely.
Before Qin Qi, she had not even possessed the courage to make a move.
From beginning to end, he had never regarded her as an enemy, nor had he ever truly looked at her.
"Can I surpass him in the future?"
Qian Renxue abruptly raised her head, looked at Bibi Dong, and asked.
She was asking, but she was also begging for reassurance.
She no longer had any confidence in victory. She wanted someone to tell her
that she could win in the future.
"Most likely not. That young man is the most extraordinarily talented person I've ever seen."
"At such a young age, he's already a Soul Emperor. In a few more years, when he's in his twenties—"
"he may become a Titled Douluo, and an exceptionally powerful one at that."
Bibi Dong did not comfort Qian Renxue. Instead, she spoke bluntly.
She felt that Qian Renxue had to face this cruel reality. Only by acknowledging her failure could she grow better.
"I... I was delayed in my cultivation because of the undercover mission. Otherwise,