The throne.
Now that this issue had finally come up, everyone first tensed, then relaxed.
What was coming would come in the end. There was no hiding or escaping it.
Ever since Lin Qian had become regent and taken charge of state affairs, his authority had lacked legitimacy despite the decree from Empress Bibi Dong. His orders met resistance within the empire, and rumors sprang up everywhere.
Whether Bibi Dong was ill or not, Lin Qian had to provide a reasonable explanation to reassure the people, or it would remain a hidden danger.
The Worship Hall controlled the highest-level combat power, but the middle ranks and below belonged to the Papal Palace. To unify the Douluo continent, the latter was clearly more important. Catherine represented local powers with deep roots and spreading branches, and winning them over was crucial.
And ever since learning that Lin Qian had become the Asura God, Qian Daoliu had completely stopped trying. Now he devoted himself entirely to Qian Renxue, worshipping the great god every day and hoping his granddaughter would inherit the Angel Godhood soon.
"Your Eminence, Regent, a nation cannot go a day without a ruler. I do not oppose your inheriting the throne. I only ask that you tell me... where exactly is Her Majesty the Empress?"
Enduring her headache, Catherine delivered this fatal blow.
Moved by her loyalty, Lin Qian withdrew the Asura Brand. The headache vanished at once, and Catherine felt as though light had returned to the world.
Bibi Dong had occupied the papal throne for over twenty years. Even without achievements, she had put in hard work. Whether they were elders working under her or worshippers who remained aloof, all pricked up their ears, wanting to know whether she was dead or alive.
"Saint Son... Your Eminence, Regent,