Spirit Hall Empire, Spirit City.
When Yang Ming killed her spider clone far away in Heaven Dou City, Pope Bibi Dong abruptly opened her eyes on the seat of honor, a flicker of purple flashing through them.
She pressed a hand to her smooth forehead, easing the aftereffects of her clone's death, then sprang to her feet.
Her figure was well proportioned, and her luxurious black robe, embroidered with gold, trailed across the floor. She wore the Nine-Bend Purple-Gold Crown and held a scepter roughly two meters long, studded with countless precious gems. Her snowy skin was smooth and lustrous, suffused with a faint, holy radiance that made her look like an angel descended to the mortal world, filled with supreme sanctity—someone to admire from afar, never to profane.
Yet the purple gleam in Pope Bibi Dong's eyes now carried an evil aura utterly at odds with her holy bearing, making anyone who saw it uneasy.
She looked down at Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, seated below her, and said coldly:
"Yu Xiaogang, have you made up your mind? Will you choose death, or use your position to approach Yang Ming and slip the poison I carefully prepared into his daily meals?"
Compared with the last time Yang Ming had seen him, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was far more haggard. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and his usually immaculate hair had become a filthy, tangled bird's nest. He looked as though he had not slept a wink in seven days and nights.
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang trembled at her words.
A month ago, he had received a letter from Bibi Dong saying she needed to discuss something very important with him. Ignoring the objections of his friend Flender and his girlfriend Liu Erlong, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had resolutely come to meet her.
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