The numerical advantage was real, but Bibi Dong knew better than anyone that one enormous uncertainty remained.
Qian Renxue.
Bibi Dong's fingertips paused on the armrest.
The woman who had inherited the Angel God's Divine Seat had remained deep within the Worship Hall ever since completing her Divine Examination. Aside from the golden curtain of light that blocked the resentment spilling out when Bibi Dong became a god, she had not taken a single step outside.
She took no part in politics, interfered in no military affairs, and made no statements concerning the Spirit Theocracy's interests. She was like a sword resting in its sheath, never drawn.
Bibi Dong was uncertain whether Qian Renxue would oppose Eva for the sake of Spirit Hall.
That woman's thoughts had always been difficult to fathom. She had remained silent for so long that even Bibi Dong could no longer read any clear intention beneath her tranquil expression.
After all, Qian Renxue and Eva also had a child between them. Snow White.
Bibi Dong's brows drew together slightly. The thought had come abruptly, yet she could not easily brush it aside. Eva was Bai Xue's mother, a bond of blood that could never be severed.
And Qian Renxue was also Bai Xue's family.
That bond stretched between the two gods, soft yet resilient, like a silk thread that had not been pulled taut. Ordinarily, its presence was invisible, but its weight would reveal itself when someone truly tugged at it.
But Bibi Dong quickly suppressed that trace of unease. Spirit Hall was the foundation of the Six-Winged Angel Clan's ten-thousand-year legacy, the earthly extension of faith in the Angel God.
The Qian Clan's blood flowed through Qian Renxue's veins. She had inherited the Angel God's will, and the faith and obsessions accumulated by the