Qian Renxue's Request

The six red-robed bishops bowed in unison.

She Long finally could not hold on any longer.

His body pitched forward, his forehead striking the stone tiles. This time, he made no sound at all.

He did not even have the strength to make a sound.

"Someone, take him away. Use the best medicine."

After saying that, Bibi Dong had already looked away.

It was not pity.

A level ninety-three Titled Douluo was too valuable to discard. That was all.

Two Soul King guards hurried into the hall and carried She Long out.

Blood dragged across the stone tiles in two long trails, stretching from the hall all the way to the threshold, their color already beginning to darken.

The hall doors closed.

Bibi Dong's gaze swept across the six red-robed bishops.

"All of you, leave."

"Yes."

Chairs shifted, and footsteps rose.

The six filed out one after another. No one looked back, and no one said another word.

The hall doors closed for the second time.

Only Bibi Dong remained in Pope Hall.

The candle flames flickered.

It was not the wind—the hidden door leading to the inner hall had been pushed open a crack.

Bibi Dong did not turn around.

"How long have you been listening?"

Her voice was not loud, yet it carried through the entire hall.

The hidden door was pushed fully open.

A young girl walked out from the inner hall.

She was fifteen or sixteen, with long golden hair falling to her waist and features too exquisite for someone her age. She wore a white dress of Spirit Hall, its hem trailing across the floor, and made almost no sound as she walked.

Qian Renxue.

The saintess of Spirit Hall's Elder Hall, Bibi Dong's only daughter, and the inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.