Chen Zixiu lightly rubbed his finger along the rim of his teacup, making a faint sound.
His gaze grew reserved as he slowly said, "Then we might find ourselves up against Spirit Hall."
At his words, a cold smile curled Bo Xian'er's lips.
She abruptly straightened, lifted her chest, and raised her voice a little. "Then each side will have to rely on its own means."
"Of course, the Greater Northwest has always been a place where their faith has shallow roots. Once we move in, we'll see what attitude they take and how they respond. Hmph!"
"Besides, don't we still have you, and our Chen Clan?"
"Spirit Hall is different from our Sea God Island. Beyond people's livelihoods, it has a foot in both religious and secular affairs."
Caught off guard by that sudden cudgel, Chen Zixiu sighed inwardly. This old woman really knows how to parry and strike in the same breath.
Still, he hastily replied, "Of course, of course. Even setting aside the fact that we're husband and wife, the alliance between our Chen Clan and Sea God Island alone means we wouldn't stand idly by."
Bo Xian'er wore a look that said he knew what was good for him. "Although I didn't do a good job as the old matriarch before, I'll make up for it now."
"Besides, isn't there also the Heaven Dou Empire, which oversees the people, civil administration, and military?"
"With the three of us joining forces, even if they move all three of their holy halls here, I refuse to believe we'd be weaker than Spirit Hall in the Greater Northwest."
Chen Zixiu took a small sip of tea and added, "Mm, mm. Especially in Fasinuo Province, at the heart of the Greater Northwest. Chuxin and Churan, who oversee military affairs and