"I finally understand why you wanted to unify the Douluo Continent." As Bibi Dong spoke, she slipped her fingers between Qian Chenzhou's, curled them, and held his hand tightly.
She had originally been one of the territories ruled by those noble Soul Master lords, only for her village to be massacred by Evil Soul Masters.
She had not received rescue from those noble lords. Instead, the Soul Masters of Spirit Hall had come.
With Spirit Hall's help, she awakened her Martial Soul, became a Soul Master, rose to the position of Saintess through talent and hard work, and had now become the Pope of Spirit Hall.
After all these years, she seemed to have strayed somewhat from her original intentions.
After sitting in a high position for so long, she had grown somewhat detached from the circumstances of lower-ranking Soul Masters.
Yet after Qian Chenzhou brought her here today and she witnessed those miserable scenes with her own eyes, she remembered just how foolish her previous approach had been.
She had actually wanted to follow trash like Yu Xiaogang into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Fortunately, Qian Chenzhou had stopped her.
At that thought, Bibi Dong's expression darkened, and the killing intent that had nearly faded from her body began to surge once more.
The moment that killing intent appeared, Qian Chenzhou reached out and pulled her head into his embrace, letting her rest on his lap as he gently stroked her beautiful hair.
"Your most important tasks now are to manage Spirit Hall well, cultivate, and become the Rakshasa God." Qian Chenzhou looked out at the scenery beyond the window. "Leave everything else to me."
Upon hearing those final words, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly. She gave a soft hum, then slowly closed her eyes.
An ordinary carriage