Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu had always been at odds over Qian Xunji's death. They avoided seeing each other whenever possible, and even when they did meet, there had to be others present to keep them mindful of their respective statuses as Pope and Grand Worshiper.
Now, with no one else around and only the two of them in the vast main hall, there would be no logical issue if they were to "spar" a little.
However, in the past, Bibi Dong would not have mocked Qian Daoliu even if she ran into him, because her daughter, Qian Renxue, had always been under Qian Daoliu's control.
After all, Bibi Dong had been able to resent even her own biological daughter by association. Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, was Qian Xunji's father and had turned a blind eye to everything that bastard son of his had done.
What kind of good person could Qian Daoliu possibly be in Bibi Dong's eyes?
So if Qian Daoliu had wanted to smear Bibi Dong's name before Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong would have had no way to stop him.
But thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—don't look down on... Pah!
Now, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong had restored their normal mother-daughter relationship. Qian Daoliu's years of telling only half the truth had also been exposed, and he could no longer influence Qian Renxue's thoughts or will.
Thus, Bibi Dong indulged herself a little and finally vented the resentment she had bottled up for years.
Yet Qian Daoliu showed no emotional reaction to Bibi Dong's mockery. Not even the corners of his mouth or eyes shifted in the slightest.
"I heard that disciple of yours has done something big again," Qian Daoliu said, getting straight to business as though nothing had happened.