Qian Ni ignored the Qian Daoliu of this time and space and walked step by step out of Spirit City's ruins.
As he stood at the edge of the shattered city wall, he looked back.
The bisected Bibi Dong and Young Bibi Dong of this parallel world both followed behind him with dazed expressions.
The three Bibi Dongs had been well protected by Qian Ni, yet he found something strange.
He looked at Young Bibi Dong.
"Why are you still here?"
Only upon hearing a sound other than her own breathing did Young Bibi Dong gradually come back to her senses.
Her field of vision was filled with broken walls and rubble.
Spirit Hall, the most illustrious power on the continent, the sacred ground of Soul Masters that stood apart from the two great empires—its headquarters, Spirit City, was simply gone.
Just like that, it was gone.
Where was she, the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, supposed to go now?
Should she gather Spirit Hall's branches across the continent and rebuild her own Spirit Hall?
But what would be the point? Would the bishops of those branches truly listen to her?
Just minutes ago, Spirit City had housed Spirit Hall's strongest Soul Masters.
The Worship Hall's seven great worshippers all held titled ranks, and the elders were all titled Douluos as well.
Yet in the blink of an eye, only Qian Daoliu remained, lying somewhere in a corner with his life and death unknown.
Would such a Spirit Hall... still need a Holy Maiden who had nearly been toyed with by her teacher?
Young Bibi Dong was lost.
"Where can I go?"
Qian Ni turned away and stopped looking at her.
"You have hands and feet. Go wherever you want. Why are you asking me?"
Bibi Dong One and Bibi