Bibi Dong's Frailty

Papal Hall was the supreme heart of Spirit Hall's affairs. At that moment, in the vast Papal Hall, there was only one graceful figure.

High atop the Pontiff's throne, a purple-black pontifical robe wrapped around that fully mature, delicate body, outlining alluring curves. She wore a nine-curved Purple Gold Crown, and her soft pinkish-purple hair was tied up, spilling down behind her. Her waist was slender, her pink eyes captivating, and her peerless face was without the slightest flaw.

Her two long, straight legs were crossed casually, and her entire body radiated a noble, graceful bearing, along with a powerful aura.

Beside Bibi Dong rested the Pontiff Scepter, the symbol of the Spirit Hall Pope. It was forged entirely of gold, with many precious gemstones embedded in it.

Bibi Dong looked at the files her subordinates had gathered before her, her right hand lightly supporting her forehead, somewhat irritated.

"Mu Chen. Taken in by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect since childhood, Innate Full Soul Power, martial soul is the never-before-seen Emperor Dragon Sword? Sword Douluo's disciple, studied at Moonlight Pavilion for two years, an eleven-year-old Soul Elder, and his most recent whereabouts were in the Star Dou Great Forest."

"How did Little Xue end up with someone like that? She even came back from Heaven Dou City specifically for this." Bibi Dong murmured softly to herself.

Judging by the time, Little Xue should be arriving soon.

After moving her neck a little, Bibi Dong revealed a faint smile. Sure enough, she had come.

Qian Renxue walked into the place she hated most, and after entering, she shut the doors behind her.

Qian Renxue looked at the person before her, at once so familiar and so strange, her eyes filled with hatred and resentment. Although the woman before her was her mother, she had never, ever shown even the slightest maternal love toward her own daughter. Whenever she looked at her, there was only loathing, and she had always ignored her completely.

Although the two were mother and daughter, on the surface, their relationship seemed even worse than that of strangers.

(In this book, the mother-daughter relationship between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong will be changed. The two will not be blood-related in this book. After all, doing that to both mother and daughter is indeed a bit... you know. However, it will not have much impact on the plot of this book.) "Mu Chen is still safe for now. From the look of you, the Grand Pontiff has already agreed to your approach. It seems he really has become muddled in his old age," Bibi Dong said indifferently.

"Hmph!"

"That's good. Little Chen is my man. Nothing can happen to him!" Qian Renxue retorted, meeting her head-on.

Even though the person before her was the Spirit Hall Pope, who stood above tens of thousands, in Qian Renxue's eyes, she was only an utterly unqualified mother.

"Mu Chen is someone who values feelings. He cannot possibly give up the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The conflict between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is impossible to reconcile. Yet you still insist on being with that Mu Chen. Do you have any idea how great the risk is?!" Bibi Dong rebuked angrily as she looked at Qian Renxue's stubborn expression.

This daughter—though the moment Bibi Dong saw her, she would think of that beast Qian Xunji and that terrifying memory—no matter what, Qian Renxue was still her daughter. The relationship between them could not simply be cut off outright.

But in Bibi Dong's eyes, Qian Renxue's irrational behavior was not only defiance against her as a mother, but also a visible kind of stupidity.

Not only would it harm Qian Renxue greatly, it might even become a tremendous obstacle to Spirit Hall's grand cause of unification in the future.

In Bibi Dong's view, after Little Xue's identity had been exposed before Mu Chen, the fact that the two still stayed together and their feelings grew even deeper was simply so he could make use of Qian Renxue.

In Spirit Hall's plans, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was to be wiped out entirely!

"I believe there will be no risk at all in me being with Little Chen. He will resolve the conflict between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! I firmly believe that!" Qian Renxue said forcefully.

"I think your so-called love has clouded your mind!" Bibi Dong rose directly as she spoke, her powerful aura instantly bursting forth, nearly forcing Qian Renxue's figure back.

"What do you understand? All day long, all you know is scheming this and calculating that. Do you even know what love is? I know. I've experienced it!"

"Someone like you will never receive true love from anyone! No matter what, if anything happens to Little Chen at Spirit Hall's hands, I will take revenge at any cost!" After Qian Renxue finished saying this, she turned and left.

Bibi Dong was so furious that her entire body trembled faintly. Her balance seemed to depend entirely on the Pontiff Scepter gripped tightly in her hand, as if she might collapse at any moment.

"Yue Guan!" Bibi Dong ordered after taking a deep breath.

Soon after, a man with delicate, feminine features respectfully walked in from outside Papal Hall. On the back of his golden garments was embroidered a striking golden chrysanthemum—the Miraculous Jade Celestial Chrysanthemum! Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, a rank ninety-five Super Douluo, one of the only two Titled Douluo in Papal Hall on the surface, and Bibi Dong's right-hand man.

"Pontiff! What orders do you have?" Chrysanthemum Douluo said respectfully. Although he himself was a Super Douluo, he did not dare face the current Bibi Dong directly.

"Stop all investigations and actions targeting Mu Chen immediately. We will speak of this matter later," Bibi Dong issued her order.

"Yes, Pontiff!" Although Chrysanthemum Douluo was puzzled that Bibi Dong had suddenly revoked her previous order, as a subordinate, he could only obey unconditionally, especially when this was a wise pontiff with extremely formidable methods.

After Chrysanthemum Douluo had also left, Bibi Dong sat dazedly alone upon her Pontiff's throne, the doors closed.

Then she threw the Pontiff Scepter onto the floor. Leaning back against the Pontiff's throne, Bibi Dong clenched both hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms. Blood flowed from between her fingers, yet Bibi Dong seemed not to notice at all, her silver teeth clenched as if she might crush them.

Two streams of hot tears fell from her cheeks. Then Bibi Dong curled herself up, her body trembling faintly, as though doing so could give her a little more sense of safety.

"Someone like you will never receive true love from anyone!"

Qian Renxue's words kept stabbing at the last of Bibi Dong's nerves.

Why? Why had her life turned out like this?

Why did the heavens treat her this way? Why exactly was this happening?! Bibi Dong questioned madly, but obviously, she would receive no answer.

I hope Little Xue can truly obtain her own happiness. After thinking about so, so many things, Bibi Dong somehow fell asleep without realizing it.

Only, her curled-up form and reddened eyes made one's heart ache at the sight. Who could have imagined that the Spirit Hall Pope, so overwhelmingly powerful on the surface, would also have such a fragile side?

In the vast Papal Hall, there was only a single curled-up figure, helpless like a powerless girl in endless darkness...