When he saw Bibi Dong's almost provocative gesture, the corner of his mouth twitched. He couldn't understand why she was being so childish.
"What about the Lower Four Sects, then?"
Qian Renxue offered no comment on Bibi Dong's assessment of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
After all, on a certain level, that was precisely the sort of sect they were. Ning Fengzhi was full of himself, convinced that everything fell within his calculations.
Even his decision to become the empire's grand preceptor was merely a way to rake in more benefits and earn the merit of helping a future ruler ascend the throne.
If she really had been Xue Qinghe, things would have been difficult. After all, Ning Fengzhi's calculations had hit the mark in every respect.
Unfortunately, she was Qian Renxue, not Xue Qinghe.
Everything Ning Fengzhi had schemed so painstakingly to obtain was nothing more than a smokescreen she had given him to keep him steady.
As for the brothers Yu Luomian and Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they were even less cause for concern.
Some time ago, Salas had even come to see her and delivered twenty million Gold Soul Coins.
He said that Yu Yuanzhen's son, the illustrious Farting Grandmaster, had been caught out over his reckless nonsense and had forked over twenty million to avert disaster.
She had put all twenty million toward secretly building an Arms Factory.
Bibi Dong paid even less mind to the Lower Four Sects that worried Qian Renxue.
"The Lower Four Sects pledged themselves to Spirit Hall long ago, and Spirit Hall holds the lifeline of every one of them.
"Even if they became Titled Douluos, so what? They would merely belong to the weakest tier.
"Besides, they