Bibi Dong closed her eyes and soon sank deep into thought.
Qian Renxue watched Bibi Dong sink into contemplation, then turned to Sunday.
"Sir, is everything you said true?"
Sunday raised an eyebrow at her words.
"What? Do you want to step onto a Path too?"
Qian Renxue hesitated, but finally nodded.
"Yes, sir. I also want to help you obtain greater power, so you can better fulfill your plans and ideals."
Hearing Qian Renxue say this, Sunday shook his head with a smile and sighed.
"Why are you so foolish? From the conversation Bibi Dong and I just had, you should have been able to tell.
There is something fishy about this. The reason I let her comprehend a Path was to use her as an experimental subject.
Perhaps you find that cruel, but she is the only person on the Douluo Continent who has come into contact with a Path.
Only she can fully verify my conjecture, and that also means the Path might be a trap.
There is no need to take that risk. Sometimes, rather than yearning for great power, it is better to do your own job well."
"Then, sir, do you think I have a chance of stepping onto a Path?"
Hearing Qian Renxue's question, Sunday said,
"You do. As I said, this starry sky has room for every possibility. Paths never reject those who yearn for them."
While the two were talking, Bibi Dong, who was contemplating her inner self, suddenly felt her heart jolt. The next moment, she found herself in the Papal Hall.
The familiar decorations of the Papal Hall filled her with surprised delight.
Naturally, she did not believe she had been instantly transported to the Papal Hall. With Sunday there, no one could have pulled that off.
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