Wuhun City.
Bibi Dong stood by the bedroom window, dressed in a pink nightgown, exuding an air of languor, exuding breathtaking beauty. She held a letter in her hand, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
"Holy City Establishment Plan!"
"For the Grand Priestess's eyes only."
"Along the way..."
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"Establish virtue, establish conduct, establish laws, establish heart; with these four establishments, the common people's longing for the Wuhun Hall will be met, and the admiration and reverence of all spirit masters for the Angels will be solidified."
"Purge the corrupt, eliminate the wicked, prune the mediocre, establish the good; with these four measures, the source will be cleansed, chaos will be rectified, and the dregs and filth within Wuhun Hall will be removed."
"Externally holy, internally king! Then virtue will spread throughout the world! Externally king and internally holy, then all ministers will be loyal!"
"The Light of the Angels shall endure forever, and Wuhun Hall shall stand for ten thousand generations!"
Bibi Dong's pale pink lips softly murmured these words, and a growing anger began to rise on her exquisite face.
"You little brat!"
"Are you accusing me of not managing Wuhun Hall properly!"
Her slender jade fingers clenched the letter tightly, and Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her heaving chest revealing the extent of her current fury.
In the Wuhun Sacred Hall within the Star Luo Imperial City, the Platinum Bishop Caines had been quietly demoted, with Lu Yun temporarily taking his place.
She only learned of this belatedly, only truly discovering it when Wang Zhong's letter, along with gifts, arrived in her hands.
In that instant, she was utterly enraged. Such a fait accompli was an unacceptable surprise and upheaval for her, a dictator.
However, Wang Zhong was her disciple, a child she treated as her own, and the Holy Son and Pope successor she had chosen. To avoid losing face and dignity in front of others, Bibi Dong merely nodded indifferently, tacitly approving the matter.
But how much time had passed since then, and that little brat had sent her another grand gift!
The Holy City Establishment Plan!
Although it was only a few words, with Bibi Dong's wisdom and ability, she could clearly understand what Wang Zhong intended to do and the methods he would employ. She also knew that if Wuhun Hall were to be reformed from top to bottom according to the ideas presented in the letter, it would inevitably usher in a new, unique golden age for Wuhun Hall!
But that kind of future prosperity was something she absolutely could not accept.
All of the Angelic race, except Qian Renxue, must die! How could they be allowed to remain so high and mighty, serving as the symbol of Wuhun Hall.
Taking a deep breath, Bibi Dong calmed her inner rage and walked to the desk, pulling out a clean sheet of paper, and began to write.
In just over ten breaths, Bibi Dong had filled an entire page, and she still wasn't finished. She pulled out another sheet of paper and had written halfway through when her jade hand suddenly stopped.
Staring at the densely written refutations and accusations from various angles on the two sheets of paper, Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly trembled slightly, and her pink lips pursed.
Shifting her gaze from the letters, she looked to another side, where a cabinet stood, filled with various wood carvings, of people and various spirit beasts. Humanoid wood carvings occupied over ninety percent of them.
And those wood carvings only depicted two figures: one was Wang Zhong, of which there were only a few, and the other was herself.
Four years of close guidance and personal instruction had led them to spend far more time together than others might imagine. During this time, Wang Zhong had carved various likenesses of her.
There was her, majestic in her Pope's robes, holding a scepter.
There was her, gentle and soft in a pink dress.
And there was her, in casual home clothes, with a hint of anger and reproach.
Whether sitting or standing, each depiction was meticulously carved by Wang Zhong. At the time, she had sat beside him, her gaze filled with gentleness and a smile, watching his focused and earnest figure, feeling a unique warmth and happiness fill her heart.
"These words are too heavy."
"That little brat is simply trying to help me govern Wuhun Hall in his own way."
"I never told him my true purpose..."
Picking up the two sheets of paper, she tore them into pieces and threw them into the trash can, sighing softly.
Inside the cabinet, a pink pearl was placed in the center. It was a gift that Wang Zhong had sent along with the first letter not long ago.
Within the pearl, through some unknown method, all of her most gentle, warmest, and purest images were carved.
Three hundred and sixty depictions, each one different from the rest.
Even she herself did not know why, upon receiving this gift, she had immediately placed it in the center, as if that object bore witness to something, making her incredibly fond of it.
Tilting her head slightly, her wine-red eyes held a trace of helplessness. Bibi Dong once again drew out a sheet of paper and began to write.
"Little brat, I agree to your request to travel the world and temper yourself."
"But I never agreed to you taking it upon yourself to rashly plan and criticize Wuhun Hall under my rule!"
"If you feel you have tempered enough, then hurry back!"
These simple three sentences, without the harshness of the previous letter, nor its pompous tone and accusations, did not express her emotions in her capacity as Pope. Instead, she used the tone of a teacher, a mother. Yet, with these three simple sentences, she conveyed her displeasure and anger.
After writing the three sentences, Bibi Dong thought for a moment, set the letter aside, and drew out another sheet. She wrote two words heavily.
"No!"
Concise and direct, this was the answer given in her capacity as Pope!
Folding the letter and placing it in an envelope, Bibi Dong called for a maid and handed it to her, instructing:
"Have this letter sent to Gengxin City as soon as possible, without delay."
"Yes, Your Eminence." The maid acknowledged and quickly withdrew, making arrangements to send the letter out promptly.
"This little fellow really doesn't give me any peace, even when he's gone."
Standing by the window, Bibi Dong sighed softly and murmured.
The reason she wanted the maid to send it quickly was that Bibi Dong was worried that if the delivery was delayed, Wang Zhong might, like Caines, present a fait accompli, and the matter would become irreversible.
Because she knew very well that Wang Zhong's methods of operation completely inherited her own swiftness and decisive ruthlessness. Moreover, she could foresee the influence that the Holy City, as described in the letter, would bring once established.
It would become a benchmark, even a city of faith, and all of Wuhun Hall would implicitly gravitate towards that city. In the end, the Angelic race would truly shine brightly!
This matter must be nipped in the bud!
"The Angelic race..."
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm golden edge upon her shapely figure. Bibi Dong's wine-red eyes gazed at the slightly emerging fiery red warm sun, her gaze filled with endless coldness and a murderous intent.
But perhaps she herself did not notice, the madness and bloodshed that should have been in those eyes had somehow faded by more than half.
She still harbored hatred, but this time, she seemed to possess a trace of 'reason'!
Qian Renxue, her daughter, the Angel...