"When that child Yu Tiansheng called Spirit Hall unreliable earlier, I still felt rather unconvinced, but now..."
Thinking of Bibi Dong's behavior, Qian Daoliu felt a wave of bitterness in his heart. He understood Yu Tiansheng completely now.
With a pope like this in Spirit Hall, even he found it unreliable.
Qian Daoliu let out a deep, long sigh. In his heart, he was already considering replacing the pope.
But Bibi Dong had not committed any grave wrong at this point, and Qian Daoliu's principles would not allow him to forcibly make things difficult for her over something that had not happened.
Besides, she was Qian Renxue's mother, which made this...
"Ah, Ji'er... you really left your father a huge problem."
Searching his heart, Qian Daoliu still felt some guilt toward Bibi Dong. What had happened back then made him feel that he had failed to teach Qian Xunji properly.
But now that the Chaos God's threat was plain to see, was he supposed to keep letting Bibi Dong have her way like this?
Qian Daoliu closed his eyes. He thought of many things and recalled many more.
He thought of his younger days as pope, of the old comrades who had followed him. Together, they had driven out one evil fallen soul master after another.
He thought of the low-ranking deacons who traveled far and wide, awakening Martial Souls for countless commoners.
He thought of the believers who trusted Spirit Hall and had faith in Angel's Glory.
What were they supposed to do?
And there were the heroes throughout Spirit Hall's history who had fought and died in blood to drive out the darkness.
The great Angel God.
They had given everything to drive out the ignorant old era, only to end up with a Spirit Hall like this?