Inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat upon the Pope's throne, propping her cheek up with one hand. She had originally been listening to the reports below in boredom, but her mind had long since drifted far away.
She subconsciously glanced at the chat group, only for her eyes to become glued to it. Her gaze softened as she looked at Dugu Yan's message in the chat window.
Crack!
The hand resting against the side of the throne tightened slightly, crushing it until cracks spread across its surface.
Good. Very good!
She had already gone this far, yet someone still dared to steal a bite? The others were one thing; their statuses were there, and she had no chance of winning.
But what did Dugu Yan have going for her?
Back when Dugu Yan had hidden her identity in the group, Bibi Dong had thought she was a girl who did not play petty tricks. Yet now she actually dared...
Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet!
"As for the Black Hand Gang, you may decide everything yourselves. I have only one requirement: within five years, I want them to stand alongside the Upper Three Sects..."
After a few more brief exchanges.
"Alright, all of you may leave!"
Her words allowed no objection. As long as Du Bei was not present, Bibi Dong still had quite the imposing presence. After all, she was the Pope.
On this continent, if Bibi Dong claimed to be second in ambition, no one would dare claim first!
Watching the Pope leave.
The bishops below, each holding a stack of documents, exchanged glances before silently withdrawing.
It was better to know less about their leader. That was good for everyone...
"..."
Over at the Star Dou Great Forest.
Ever since Dugu Yan had pulled Dugu