Bibi Dong glared hatefully at the group led by Yin Zhang, her gaze lingering on him the longest.
She tore off the robe symbolizing the Supreme Pontiff and casually threw it to the ground. Under Yin Zhang's calm, faintly smiling gaze, she slowly walked out of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Yet her steps were no longer as poised as when she had first entered this place.
At the palace entrance, Bibi Dong paused and looked back one final time at the hall where she had spent more than seven years. Reluctance filled her eyes.
Before leaving, she spoke coldly to Yin Zhang,
"Yin Zhang, you know Nana's feelings for you. If you ever fail her—if I return to Spirit Hall one day and find that she has suffered even the slightest grievance—I will make you pay the price you deserve!"
"Presumptuous!"
Yun Shan snorted coldly, condensing a pale-green wind-element sword and stepping forward.
Yin Zhang raised a hand to stop him and turned to Qiangu Yunying.
Qiangu Yunying nodded with a faint smile, though a trace of helplessness flickered in her eyes.
She knew very well about Hu Liena. Their relationship had once been decent, but after learning of Hu Liena's involvement with Yin Zhang, Qiangu Yunying had instinctively kept her distance.
For now, stabilizing the situation was the priority. After all, Bibi Dong was still a twin-spirit Titled Douluo.
Yin Zhang gave Bibi Dong a calm nod. She did not hesitate any longer.
She could clearly sense it—nearly ten Titled Douluo-level mental pressures were locked onto her.
There was no need to guess who they were. They could only be the elders of the Hall of Worship.
For her own safety, Bibi Dong chose to leave at once.
Watching her figure disappear, Yue Guan and Gui Mei finally let out quiet breaths of relief—though unease still lingered in their hearts.
They had once been Bibi Dong's subordinates, yet had turned against her at the critical moment.
What if she returned one day to seek revenge?
They exchanged a glance and saw the same worry reflected in each other's eyes.
But there was no turning back now.
Yin Zhang exhaled slowly.
The matter was settled.
From today onward, Spirit Hall would welcome a new Supreme Pontiff.
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Inside the Hall of Worship.
Golden Crocodile looked toward Qian Daoliu and spoke with meaning,
"Big Brother, now that Bibi Dong has left… the candidate for the new Supreme Pontiff—"
Qian Daoliu smiled faintly. He had already made his decision.
"Xiao Zhang is outstanding. We watched him grow up. Handing Spirit Hall over to him, I can rest easy."
Golden Crocodile immediately bowed in thanks.
The other elders voiced no objections. They had all seen Yin Zhang's character and abilities. His respect for his teachers and elders had earned their approval long ago.
Before long, news spread throughout Spirit City—
Bibi Dong had left Spirit Hall.
Those aligned with the Hall of Worship were delighted. Others were shocked.
Yin Zhang was still young. Though his spirit power had reached Rank 75, many found it hard to accept that someone who was not yet a Spirit Douluo would become Supreme Pontiff.
After all, previous Supreme Pontiffs had all been Titled Douluo—or had reached that realm shortly after taking office.
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Back in Yin Zhang's residence.
Besides Yin Zhang and Qiangu Yunying, many familiar faces were present—Qiangu Yuan, Qian Gu Lifan, Wei Min, young Qiangu Bai, and the Zhou siblings.
Hu Liena, however, was absent. A few days earlier, she had volunteered for a mission outside Spirit City, perhaps unwilling to witness her teacher's downfall.
Qiangu Yunying suddenly pulled Yin Zhang into the room, pointing outside with red eyes.
"Xiao Zhang! What exactly is going on with you? Why does Yuanyuan keep staring at you like that? Tell me the truth—have you been leading her on?!"
Tears traced down her cheeks.
She did not want to share Yin Zhang with anyone else. Hu Liena was one thing—but Zhou Yuanyuan was her close friend.
Yin Zhang felt helpless. Ignoring her struggle, he gently pulled her into his arms.
"Sister Yunying, believe me. I truly have nothing to do with Zhou Yuanyuan."
He patiently explained everything.
Only then did Qiangu Yunying calm down, though she still snorted softly.
"I'll ask Yuanyuan myself. And Zhou Wu too—why would he push this when you don't even like her? Where does that leave me?"
Her tone was sharp, but Yin Zhang could hear the worry beneath it.
He couldn't help smiling—until Qiangu Yunying glared at him again.
For all his confidence outside, at this moment, he felt oddly guilty.
Though he had nothing to do with Zhou Yuanyuan, there were still matters he had yet to explain.
But for now, the storm had passed.
And Spirit Hall stood at the threshold of a new era.
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