Bibi Dong: My Daughter? Damn You for Threatening Me with a Blade. You're Asking for Death!

Bibi Dong sat high on the papal throne, her mind restless.

When the hall doors were pushed open, her expression darkened instantly.

Qian Daoliu stood in the doorway.

The white-and-gold robe he wore had lost all trace of its original color.

Dried, dark-red blood covered both sleeves and the front of his robe, with bits of flesh still clinging to it.

He looked as though he had crawled out of somewhere terrible. He was dazed and bereft of all his usual authority as the Great Enshrined.

Four people followed behind him.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei kept their heads down, not daring to look at her. She Long and Ci Xue stared fixedly at the thing Qian Daoliu held.

It was a box.

Its body was deep blue, with a fine layer of frost shimmering across its surface.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. "Great Enshrined, shouldn't you be in the Worship Hall? What brings you to my Papal Hall?"

Qian Daoliu did not answer.

He stood in the hall, looking down at the Mystic Ice Box in his hands. He reached out and gently stroked its lid.

His touch was so light it was as though he were touching a newborn child.

Bibi Dong waited. Her impatience grew more obvious by the moment.

"Leave us."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei turned and hurried out as if granted a pardon.

She Long and Ci Xue hesitated for an instant, then followed them.

The doors shut. Only the two of them remained.

Bibi Dong descended from the throne, her face dark. "Great Enshrined, what exactly—"

Qian Daoliu raised his head and held the Mystic Ice Box out to her.

Bibi Dong looked down.

Inside the box lay an arm severed at the shoulder. Much of its flesh was missing, leaving only a