An anonymous rage surged frantically from the depths of her heart, nearly incinerating her reason.
Before she could erupt, Li Yifei's next words pointed all the spearheads precisely at her.
[Li Yifei: Want to know why?]
[Li Yifei: Just look at Bibi Dong's attitude toward Yu Xiaogang just now, and you'll see.]
[Li Yifei: Someone who desperately protects a plagiarist who is a 'triple waste'—do you really expect her to have an iron-fisted approach?]
At this, the entire Chat Group completely exploded.
All eyes instantly shifted from that ethereal'story script' to the reality of the woman sitting on the Pope's throne.
Li Yifei's words were like a key, unlocking all the irrationalities.
Why did a Rank 30-something Grand Spirit Master dare to run wild in Spirit Hall?
Why could he retreat unscathed after doing so?
Because...
Because the Pope at that time was Bibi Dong!
Because at that time, she still deeply loved that man!
Because of her personal feelings, she tacitly allowed such arrogance!
Because of her stupidity, the dignity of the entire Spirit Hall was trampled underfoot by a piece of trash!
[Little Fox Demon: Tea... Teacher...]
Hu Liena's thoughts were trembling; she couldn't believe this deduction.
[A Little Wild Goose: So... that's how it is...]
[Worlds Number One Princess: Wow~ Putting personal feelings above public duty, a love-struck Pope? This is much more exciting than the story scripts!]
Ning Rongrong's exclamation was completely undisguised, filled with the excitement of discovering new fun.
These discussions and these gazes were like countless knives, slicing through Bibi Dong's dignity over and over again.
She had just been crushed by Li Yifei's logic, her beliefs collapsing.
Now, he had exposed her most shameful 'future', pinning her to the pillar of shame as 'love-struck', a'soft persimmon', and one who 'neglects duty for personal gain'.
"Pfft—"
Bibi Dong spat out another mouthful of blood, even more violently than the last time.
Her face was deathly pale without a hint of color; her body swayed, nearly falling from the throne.
She gripped the armrest, her nails digging deep into the gold, making a tooth-grinding scraping sound.
She stared fixedly at that virtual screen, at Li Yifei's name.
This man...
He wasn't telling a story.
He was... killing!
Using the most vicious language to execute her heart!
Just as Bibi Dong was on the verge of collapse, a cold thought filled with thick mockery rang out in the group.
It was Liu Erlong.
She had finally crawled out from that dead silence of despair.
Only, the one who crawled out was no longer that woman crazed for love.
She looked at Bibi Dong's avatar, her thoughts filled with pleasure and derision.
[Is Jade Not Jade: Oh, isn't this our high and mighty Pope, Her Holiness?]
[Is Jade Not Jade: What? Having your secrets exposed doesn't feel good?]
[Is Jade Not Jade: For the sake of a man, you didn't even want Spirit Hall's face anymore. Bibi Dong, you really... make me see you in a new light!]
Liu Erlong's voice was like a poisoned icicle, sharp and cold.
She no longer defended Yu Xiaogang.
After that man was completely torn apart by Li Yifei and turned into a joke, the love she had held for decades had turned into the most intense hatred.
She hated his deception.
She hated his incompetence.
And she hated her own stupidity for not seeing him for who he was.
And now, she had found a perfect object to vent this hatred upon.
Bibi Dong.
This equally foolish woman.
Why do you get to be high and mighty?
Why do you get to lead Spirit Hall?
In the end, aren't you just like me—a fool being led around by the nose by a man!
[Is Jade Not Jade: Why have you gone quiet? My dear Pope?]
[Is Jade Not Jade: Weren't you very capable? To protect your 'Xiaogang', you even dared to contradict Mr. Li.]
[Is Jade Not Jade: Why aren't you protecting him now? Is it because you also feel that what you were protecting was just an absolute piece of trash? A joke?]
Every word from Liu Erlong stepped precisely on Bibi Dong's most painful spots.
She took all the humiliation she had just endured and returned it to Bibi Dong twofold.
Inside Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong slowly straightened her body.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with slow, elegant movements, as if wiping a piece of art.
But within those phoenix eyes, all the emptiness, daze, and pain had vanished.
In their place was a bottomless darkness and coldness, enough to freeze the Soul.
She did not reply to Liu Erlong's provocation in the Chat Group.
Because she wasn't worthy.
The barking of a loser was not worth wasting a single shred of her intent.
Her gaze was locked firmly onto Li Yifei's name.
This man, with a few sentences, had destroyed the beliefs she held for decades.
This man, with a 'future', had trampled her dignity into powder.
But at the same time...
It was also like the loudest slap, completely waking her from that decades-long, absurd dream called 'love'.
Indeed.
Who was she, Bibi Dong?
She was the favored daughter of heaven, the possessor of twin spirits, the Death God of the Slaughter City, and the supreme Pope of Spirit Hall!
Why should she degrade herself for a man—a liar who had already been proven to be trash?
Why should she conclude she was a weak and incompetent 'love-brain' just because of some ethereal 'future'?
An unprecedented violence and killing intent grew frantically from the depths of her Soul.
The girls in the Chat Group all held their breath.
They could feel that on the other side of the screen, the existence named 'Bibi Dong' was undergoing some terrifying transformation.
That cold pressure was purer and more lethal than any time before.
Liu Erlong's mockery also stopped.
She too felt that suffocating aura, as if an invisible giant hand had seized her throat.
Amidst this dead silence, Bibi Dong's thoughts finally reappeared in the Chat Group.
There was no angry roar, no blustering defense.
Only a line of text that was cold to the extreme.
[Bibi Dong: Li Yifei.]
She addressed him directly by name.
[Bibi Dong: The future you spoke of is very interesting.]
Her tone was terrifyingly calm.
[Bibi Dong: However, that is only a fake future from a'story script'.]
[Bibi Dong: It will not happen.]
Everyone in the Chat Group was stunned.
Is she... declaring war on Li Yifei? Or is she... self-hypnotizing?
Li Yifei's thoughts remained as unruffled as ever.
[Li Yifei: Oh? Is that so?]
[Li Yifei: On what basis are you so certain?]
[Li Yifei: Based on your old feelings for him?]
This counter-question once again stabbed like a sharp blade into Bibi Dong's heart.