Qian Xunyi and the elders all turned toward the source of the voice. The speaker was none other than Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Qian Xunyi, you're supposedly the Grand Priest's dutiful son. Destroying the Clear Sky Sect sounds easy enough, but do you want to turn the Grand Priest into someone who breaks his word?"
"If you ask me, we should just let it go. Tang Hao has already left the Clear Sky Sect, so what reason do we have to attack them?"
The more Bibi Dong spoke, the more worked up she became. If she were the one sitting on the Pope's throne, she would have been even more militant than the war faction. Unfortunately, she was only an elder now. The more she watched Qian Xunyi suffer, the better she felt.
Yet after Bibi Dong's tirade, the other elders and Qian Xunyi merely looked at her as though she were a clown prancing about onstage.
Bibi Dong's voice gradually faded. An awkward look appeared on her face as she stiffened her neck and asked, "Was I wrong?"
Qian Xunyi stroked the Evil Eye in his hand and gazed deeply at Bibi Dong, his tone tinged with regret. "You wouldn't even call me Your Holiness the Pope."
In an instant, Bibi Dong felt the air around her congeal.
Bibi Dong suddenly recalled the times Qian Xunyi had blown her apart. Damn it, she had nearly forgotten that Qian Xunyi's dictionary did not contain the words "cherish and protect women." She had actually provoked Qian Xunyi at a time like this?
Bibi Dong watched Qian Xunyi warily, guarding against an iron-fisted warning that could arrive at any moment.
Yet Qian Xunyi still sat quietly upon the Pope's throne, looking at her as if she were a clown.