Qian Daoliu had not only taken Florian as his personal disciple, but had also poured resources into training him, shaping him into another dazzling genius—one capable of rivaling the Golden Generation she had carefully cultivated, perhaps even drawing more attention than them.
These two matters were like heavy hammers smashing ruthlessly into the balance Bibi Dong had painstakingly maintained.
Spirit Hall, once a solid monolith that obeyed her commands alone, had quietly become divided between her Pope Palace and Qian Daoliu's Worship Hall.
With the orthodox faith of the Angel God and the suddenly emerged, astonishingly gifted Florian, the Worship Hall's influence grew by the day. More and more Soul Masters and families who had once remained neutral began turning their gaze toward that hall, which had lain silent for many years.
Though her Pope Palace held actual power, it was facing an unprecedented challenge in terms of legitimacy and the future.
"Heh..." A faint, icy sneer slipped from Bibi Dong's perfect lips.
In the dim light, her eyes were as dark as ink that could never be dissolved, yet deep within them gleamed a cold, obsessive chill.
Qian Xunji...
At the thought of that name, an emotion mixing utter hatred and instinctive nausea surged through her, nearly shattering her elegant mask.
That man who had ruined everything for her!
His bloodline, his father, every trace he had left behind... all of it disgusted her beyond measure!
Even Qian Renxue, who carried half of his blood in her veins, was someone she could not view calmly.
Whenever that child looked at her, the longing and fear tangled deep in her eyes only reminded Bibi Dong of an even more unbearable past.
So how could Spirit Hall—the work of her lifetime, the foundation of her future divine authority in the mortal