With nothing better to do, Ning Bei also turned his gaze toward his mother-in-law, whose appearance had changed drastically.
"Pope Big Sister succeeded too? Not bad. I thought it would still take some time."
The way he addressed Pope Big Sister made Qian Daoliu, who had been staring at the Golden Gate, twitch at the corners of his mouth nonstop. What kind of ridiculous address was that? It messed up the seniority and was not exactly elegant, either.
After being called that so many times, Bibi Dong had already built up an immunity to it. She rolled her eyes at Ning Bei, then skillfully stretched out her fair, jade-like hand.
"Give me some soul-cleansing pills. That damned Rakshasa God still had to cause me trouble at the very end."
Glancing at the expressionless Bibi Dong, Ning Bei raised his brows and teased, "Oh? So your god position gave you no rewards at all, and after you finally became a god, it still had to disgust you one last time?"
"No, no, that's not right. At least there was a scythe, wasn't there? My mistake."
With just a few words, veins once again bulged on Bibi Dong's forehead. Even after becoming a god, this man could still make her burn with rage in two sentences. There really was no one else like him.
"Cut the crap. Give me the elixirs!"
She knew what rewards Qian Renxue had gained from her divine tests. Basically all of her Soul Rings had undergone transformation, and as for Ning Bei's Soul Ring configuration, she did not even want to mention it.
Only she had painstakingly relied on the fusion of twin Martial Souls before she had barely managed to make her first Soul Ring ten-thousand-year level.
Yet Ning Bei, that rotten thing, kept poking at