Bibi Dong listened, her pale lips pressing together slightly. A faint trace of relief appeared in her eyes.
She had thought only one trial remained before she inherited the Rakshasa Divine Position, that godhood was within reach. But from beginning to end, she had merely been a puppet on someone else's strings. Now that the strings had snapped, she felt lighter.
She closed her eyes briefly, then asked:
"The Rakshasa Divine Position is gone?"
"It's still there."
Fang Fan handed her a cup of warm water and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her calmly.
"If you still want to inherit it, Master, the Destruction God King can restart your Rakshasa God Trial.
The Asura God King no longer has any authority over the Rakshasa Divine Position. This time, the Destruction God King will handle it himself. It'll be done cleanly, with no chance for anyone to tamper with it again.
As for the Soul Power and cultivation you lost—"
He smiled faintly.
"I won't boast about much, but Immortal Herbs, Soul Rings, cultivation methods—I have plenty of them all. We can build you back up, little by little."
Bibi Dong said nothing more.
Only then did she notice the new dark-purple silk dress she was wearing. The fabric was soft, and the color resembled several dresses she often wore, but she certainly hadn't put it on herself.
She glanced down at it, then raised her eyes to Fang Fan. Her tone gave away nothing.
"You changed my clothes?"
"Yes."
Fang Fan answered without hesitation, his expression open, with no attempt to make excuses or act embarrassed.
"I treated your injuries too, Master. Your old dress was covered in blood. It would've been uncomfortable to wear and bad for your recovery.
I took a clean dress from