Leaving Douluo Hall and bathing in the sunlight, Lin Qian sighed.
Compared with the radical Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, the representative of the conservatives, had obstructed the Papal Palace at every turn over the years, poisoning the well whenever he could and making his presence felt.
It could be said that the greatest obstacle to Spirit Hall's unification of the continent was not the two great empires, but this Great Enshrined of Douluo Hall.
During the battle for Jialing Pass in Douluo I, had the six Enshrined arrived just a few days earlier, the Spirit Hall Empire would not have suffered such devastating losses.
Ultimately, the Enshrined were not of one mind with Bibi Dong. They believed that those dying were all her trusted followers, and the more who died, the more severely she would be weakened, making it easier for Qian Renxue to seize power later.
So, to avoid an ending where meeting a fellow townsman meant taking a knife in the back, he had to consolidate their internal forces and twist them into a single rope before going to war with the two great empires.
With the countdown to his succession underway, Qian Renxue's presence was crucial. Lin Qian had spent these past few days in the Worship Hall, lavishing his affection on her alone without visiting his other lady confidantes to talk about life.
Qian Renxue enjoyed this feeling immensely and had even suspended her divine trial. At night, she enjoyed her husband's undivided affection; by day, she discussed wedding dress designs with designers and prepared for the wedding.
Lin Qian had not been idle either. With the Spirit Hall Empire newly founded, he had to handle everything personally, and all the affairs Bibi Dong had left behind now fell to him. The most pressing was the