Qian Renxue had become a God King. So had Bibi Dong.
With the two supreme God Kings behind Fang Fan, and the extraordinary fortune he himself possessed, the fate of Douluo Continent would finally pass from others' hands into their own.
"You were the beginning of it all," Bibi Dong said.
Her voice was soft, gentle, and pleasant, without a trace of the Pope's authority.
Yet her gaze was heavy as she spoke, as though she had pressed half a lifetime of hardship into those few words.
She looked at Fang Fan. The candlelight shone in her eyes, alongside the face of the young man before her—a face that made her feel safer the longer she looked at it.
Once, she had been the Pope, a Demigod, a prisoner trapped for half her life by the Asura God King's Divine Tests and Evil Thoughts.
Now she stood here as the Rakshasa God King, someone who could truly stand beside him.
It had all begun with him.
"Haha, Master, you really know what to say."
Fang Fan shrugged, laughing with carefree ease.
He had never thought he had done anything remarkable. Giving his master a few Immortal Herbs, accompanying her for part of her journey, and pulling the thorn from her heart were all things a disciple ought to do.
But as he looked at Bibi Dong's face, even more dazzling now that she was a God King, a faint pride still rose in his heart.
He took two steps forward, opened his arms, and tilted his head toward her.
"Congratulations, Master."
Bibi Dong did not hesitate.
She gave a slight nod, opened her arms, and gently embraced Fang Fan.
Her embrace was warm and soft, like silk warmed by divine fire, or a warm breeze suddenly sweeping close on a