"What—what did he say?" Jiang Mo Douluo stared wide-eyed as he asked the other worshippers beside him, unable to believe what he had heard.
The other worshippers remained silent, but their expressions were no different from Jiang Mo Douluo's. They had all been stunned by Mo Lin's words. If there was anything Qian Daoliu had tacitly approved of from the very beginning—even strongly supported Bibi Dong in doing—it was planning the Spirit Hall Empire. After all, Bibi Dong would eventually pass her position on to Qian Renxue; both the position of Pope and dominion over the world belonged to the Qian family.
Moreover, unlike the Soul Hunting Operation, which was merely one small part of Spirit Hall's grand plans, planning the Spirit Hall Empire could be called Spirit Hall's future grand plan—the only one. Denying this plan was equivalent to tearing down everything Spirit Hall had built and planned over the years and starting over from scratch.
With those words, Mo Lin had completely placed himself on the opposing side of both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu. It was uncertain whether he would even be able to walk out of here.
Hu Liena's eyes instantly filled with anxiety, and she grew tense. During the three years Mo Lin had been away, she had repeatedly seen preparations for the Spirit Hall Empire in various documents. She understood very clearly just how vast and time-consuming this plan was. If it were all overturned, it would mean that years of work had been for nothing. No ruler could possibly tolerate such an enormous waste.
Qian Renxue looked at Mo Lin, doing her best to restrain her emotions. She was equally puzzled and worried by the contents of his sudden statement, and he had indeed never mentioned it to her before. Yet she believed