Marching on the Spirit Hall Empire, Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu Head for the Clear Sky Sect

After Qian Daoliu left, Ghost Leopard Douluo entered the hall and approached the imperial desk.

"Is Your Majesty really going?"

"There are still so many matters in the empire that need your decision."

The empire had been founded only days ago, and several kingdoms and duchies had only just been conquered.

Officials had to be appointed, surrendered troops reorganized, and finances and provisions accounted for. Every task needed someone to oversee it.

Only yesterday, those territories had flown other banners. Today, they were expected to bear the official seal of the Spirit Hall Empire.

The people were unsettled. Unrest had to be put down everywhere.

If Her Majesty left, there would be no one at court to make the final decisions.

He had followed Bibi Dong since her days at the Papal Hall. This game had barely begun, the pieces were not yet in place, and the commander was already leaving the board. It deeply unsettled him.

But Bibi Dong had made up her mind.

She said, "First, get the capitals of those newly conquered kingdoms and duchies in order."

"See to the troops and supplies."

"Everything else can wait until I return."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo opened his mouth, wanting to argue further, but he did not dare. He accepted the order and withdrew.

Bibi Dong knew she had to make this trip.

If she stood aside now,

Qian Daoliu might eventually interfere with her own plans.

Besides, he had promised her a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Another hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring would improve her chances of becoming a god.

However she weighed it, the bargain was worth it.

But events overtook her plans.

That afternoon, several urgent battle reports arrived in quick succession.

The Heaven Dou Empire had launched an offensive, sending a great army into Spirit Hall