At the highest point of the VIP stands, Bibi Dong settled back onto the papal throne. Her purple eyes slowly shifted away from Snow White and turned toward the countless Soul Masters below.
Meanwhile, a girl with long pink hair sat quietly in the spectator stands.
Xiao Wu.
She sat ramrod straight, her large pink eyes fixed unblinkingly on the purple figure in the VIP stands. Hatred churned deep within her gaze, almost spilling over.
That hatred was so thick that even the air around her seemed to grow stagnant.
Within her Spiritual Sea, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The golden silkworm abruptly rolled over. For once, his voice held none of its usual exaggeration or playful banter, only an almost nervous urgency. "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu! Calm down! Whatever you do, don't act rashly!"
Xiao Wu said nothing. She simply stared at Bibi Dong, slowly clenching her fingers inside her sleeves until her nails nearly dug into her palms.
"I know," she replied within her Spiritual Sea, her voice unnervingly calm—so calm that it only made the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm more uneasy.
"I won't attack here. I'm not strong enough. Charging at her would only mean throwing my life away."
Her gaze remained locked on that purple figure, but her clenched fingers slowly loosened.
"I'll wait. I'll wait until the day I'm strong enough, then settle every debt with my own hands, one by one."
The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm fell silent for a moment, then murmured his assent and said no more.
The phantom of the ice crystal snow lotus swayed gently within her Spiritual Sea, remaining silent as well.
Xiao Wu withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to look at her open palms.
There was nothing there.
But she