Yang Xing nodded.
"Of course I'm serious."
He paused.
"How else do you think I learned what happened between you and Qian Xunji, Your Holiness? Did someone really tell me? You know only you and Qian Daoliu knew about it. Do you think Qian Daoliu would air the Qian Clan's dirty laundry?"
Bibi Dong frowned.
"How could anyone possibly do that?"
Deep doubt filled her voice.
"Even if you gained divine power through a Divine Trial, I don't believe you could do such a thing. I doubt even a god could."
She paused.
"As for how you learned about it, perhaps I failed to kill everyone who knew back then."
Yang Xing spread his hands.
"If that's what you want to believe, Your Holiness, there's nothing I can say."
He tapped the stone table with a finger, making a steady clicking sound.
"But the choice is right in front of you. Try trusting me!"
"Or don't, and there's no chance you'll become my teacher."
He looked at Bibi Dong.
"It's one or the other, Your Holiness."
Bibi Dong fell silent.
This silence lasted longer than any before it.
She stood there, her expression shifting again and again.
Just then, several figures radiating formidable power streaked across the distant sky toward them.
Bibi Dong flicked a Pope Token into the air.
Boom!
The Pope Token expanded overhead, blocking the approaching figures.
"First Elder, Second Elder, this is my private affair. Neither of you need concern yourselves with it, and it has nothing to do with Spirit Hall's affairs. Please return."
Several kilometers away, two tiny figures stopped in midair.
One shone with golden light. The other was covered in golden scales.
Qian Daoliu's gaze seemed to pierce the distance and settle on Yang Xing.
He was silent for a few seconds.