Bibi Dong and Su Chen looked into each other's eyes. In hers, there was an almost imperceptible trace of inner struggle.
After they stood in silence for a while, Su Chen's heart tightened. He asked with concern, "Teacher, have you run into some difficulty? You can tell me. I'm willing to help shoulder your worries."
"Shut up!"
At the word "Teacher," Bibi Dong's expression suddenly darkened. She snapped, "Su Chen, do you still remember that I'm your teacher?"
"Teacher?" Su Chen frowned.
"Shut up!"
With a grim expression, Bibi Dong demanded, "I can forgive you for taking my position as Pope. But how dare you act so perversely, abolishing the nobility, the enfeoffment system, and the monarchy! Don't you know this will plunge the world into chaos?"
Su Chen let out a faint, barely noticeable sigh and replied, "Those are the requirements of my Eighth Trial of the Dragon God. I have no choice."
Bibi Dong's eyes widened. That look of painful struggle flashed through them again before vanishing. She murmured, "The Eighth Trial of the Dragon God?"
Su Chen nodded. "Actually, even without the Eighth Trial of the Dragon God, I hold a high position and have the happiness of hundreds of millions across the entire Douluo Continent in my hands. For the empire's future and the happiness of its common people, sooner or later, I would still abolish the nobility, the enfeoffment system, the chancellorship, and the monarchy!"
"You're turning the blade of revolution on yourself!" Bibi Dong warned.
"For the common people of the world, this is the right decision," Su Chen said calmly.
Of course, Su Chen was someone destined to become a god. He would certainly not remain on the Douluo Continent, which was why he could carry out such sweeping reforms without looking back.