Pope Palace.
The light of dusk filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled reflections across the cold stone floor.
Bibi Dong sat upon the magnificent yet imposing papal throne, holding a letter that had just been delivered.
There was no signature on the envelope, but only one person on the entire continent dared use the Six-Winged Angel emblem on that wax seal.
Qian Daoliu.
She opened the letter and read it word by word.
The letter was short, and its wording was concise, without any unnecessary pleasantries.
Yet the meaning between the lines made Bibi Dong raise her brows slightly.
It was time to make a move.
Bibi Dong set down the letter, a flicker of surprise passing through her purple eyes.
According to her original plan, the Heaven Dou Empire game board still needed at least three more years.
Although Xue Ye's health worsened by the day, he had not yet reached the end of his life.
The struggle among those imperial clansmen had yet to reach its fiercest point. Though Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, held firmly to the position of crown prince, taking the entire empire without bloodshed still required more preparation.
But now, Qian Daoliu could wait no longer.
Bibi Dong lightly tapped her fingers against the armrest, producing a steady tapping sound.
She did not know why Qian Daoliu had suddenly changed his mind, but she knew that since the Grand Worshipper had spoken, he must have made every preparation.
All she needed to do was cooperate.
After all, once the Heaven Dou Empire was occupied, Qian Renxue would not remain there as its emperor. She still had to cultivate and attempt to undergo the Angel God's Trial. By then, all affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire would ultimately fall into Bibi Dong's hands.