Was I Really Wrong?

A gentle breeze stirred Bibi Dong's hair.

"Was I really wrong?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes to the brilliant starry sky. Her slightly hoarse voice seemed to be asking someone, yet also seemed like a murmur to herself.

Scenes from the dream continuously flashed through her mind, and the matters buried in the deepest depths of her heart surged forth like a tide.

Taking a deep breath, Bibi Dong suppressed her chaotic thoughts. She recalled scene after scene from the past, wanting to find an answer—whether she had truly been wrong.

Her memories of serving as the Saintess of Spirit Hall gradually surfaced before her eyes.

From her own perspective, wanting to be with the person she loved had seemed like no mistake. But if she put herself in another's shoes—if her own disciple, like her, fell for someone without talent, ability, or a respectable background—could she accept it? Could she accept her leaving her, even leaving Spirit Hall, which had raised her?

The answer lay within Bibi Dong's heart, but she was unwilling to believe it.

Her teacher back then had also been wrong, but he had paid the price he deserved, and she had taken revenge with her own hands.

If she had not secretly concealed her relationship with Yu Xiaogang from her teacher, if she had not argued with her teacher and even threatened to leave Spirit Hall, but had first observed her teacher's attitude before cautiously making a decision, would all those tragedies never have begun?

Bibi Dong did not know the answer to that fantasy, because there were no "ifs" in this world, nor was there a chance to start over.

One image after another flashed through her mind.

In the end, they froze on the moment she succeeded to the position of Pope.

She had become the Pope of Spirit Hall with the support of all the elders and worshippers. As the Saintess at the time, she had also possessed the right to inherit the papal seat.

Time had proven that she possessed the ability. Under her management, Spirit Hall had not declined. Instead, it had only grown stronger and more prosperous.

Her gaze turned toward Heaven Dou City. Her bright eyes seemed somewhat dim and lonely.

Yet after becoming Pope, it seemed she had also been wrong. She had once wronged someone.

For example, the one in Heaven Dou City. She seemed never to have done anything wrong, nor did she know anything about the beginning and end of the matter. Even when she had personally questioned the Grand Elder of Spirit Hall, the answer she received had been that the Qian Family owed her.

Did the Qian Family owe her anything?

They did. Her former teacher had committed an unforgivable act, but he had already paid the price.

Did she owe the one in Heaven Dou City anything?

The answer was also yes...

Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at her hands, which still bore faint traces of blood. She let out a helpless sigh, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

"Can the harm caused by mistakes and debts truly be made up for?"

"Can a broken mirror truly be restored?"

"Can belated compensation truly heal the scars in one's heart?"

As Bibi Dong murmured to herself, she slightly raised her eyes toward the dazzling starry sky, as though seeking an answer.

Yet in the quiet night, no one could give her one.

But that answer seemed to already lie in her heart.

Had the Qian Family's desperate attempts to make amends ever healed the scars in her heart?

And if she wished to make amends, how could she heal the scars in the heart of that one in Heaven Dou City?

Under the night sky.

Bibi Dong quietly gazed at the brilliant stars. A smile gradually appeared on her lips, but no matter how one looked at it, it carried a hint of bitterness.

The next morning.

Chen Xi got out of bed on time and turned his gaze toward Papal Hall.

"I hope Your Majesty the Pope can truly break the shackles in her heart."

After murmuring to himself, Chen Xi got out of bed and went to wash up.

If Bibi Dong truly broke the shackles in her heart, the outcome would naturally be very good. Whether for Spirit Hall or in any other respect, it would bring nothing but benefits.

As for what would happen to Bibi Dong's relationship with Qian Renxue after she broke free of those shackles, Chen Xi did not know.

If Bibi Dong wanted to repair their shattered relationship, she would have to work for it herself.

After all, mistakes had to be corrected, and debts had to be repaid. This was destined to be a long process.

After washing up briefly.

Chen Xi left his dormitory and headed to the training grounds for his daily training.

Time flew by.

Half a year quietly passed.

On the training grounds.

The fifty-three students, having undergone a full year of training, stood neatly arranged on the field.

"It has been my honor to serve as your instructor for the past year."

"Each of you is exceptionally talented. Anywhere else, you would all be considered geniuses."

"The final trial will begin tomorrow. At that time, two important figures will visit the Training Camp. Therefore, there will be no training today. Go back, get some proper rest, and adjust your condition."

"However, there is one thing I must remind you of. During the final trial, no one is allowed to use lethal force. Otherwise, your results at the Training Camp will be revoked, and the Adjudicator Elder will personally determine your punishment."

"Do you understand?"

Jiekaer's gaze swept across the students one by one.

"Understood!"

Their unified response rang across the training grounds.

"Very good."

"You may now disperse."

Jiekaer's gaze paused on Chen Xi, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared in his eyes.

He could already foresee the outcome of tomorrow's final trial.

The strongest students in the Training Camp, at least on the surface, were all Soul Grand Masters. But the one hiding himself most deeply was Chen Xi.

Although Chen Xi's performance during normal training was utterly ordinary, without anything remarkable about it, he was concealing his true ability. In other words, he was steady and cautious.

He trained diligently without showing his edge, but when the blade was meant to leave its sheath, the sharpness he revealed would not be inferior to anyone's.

Moreover, a three-ringed Soul Elder fighting two-ringed Soul Grand Masters naturally held an advantage of one ring, to say nothing of a Soul Elder capable of fighting opponents above his rank.

The students dispersed.

Chen Xi also noticed Jiekaer's gaze and gave him an innocent, harmless smile.

Jiekaer smiled back before turning and leaving.

Chen Xi casually found a spot to sit down, then raised his eyes toward the azure sky.

"Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi."

"The instructor said just now that important figures will come to the Training Camp tomorrow. Do you think one of them might be an elder from Spirit Hall?"

Xing An came over and sat beside Chen Xi, asking excitedly.

Hearing this, Chen Xi pondered for a moment before smiling. "Won't we find out who the important figures are tomorrow?"

Chen Xi already had a guess regarding the important figures who would arrive tomorrow.

When Azure Luan had sent him to the Training Camp, he had said that he would personally come to watch the final trial.

As for the other important figure, according to Chen Xi's guess, it would either be one of the worshippers from Worship Hall or one of the elders from Papal Hall.