Pope Bibi Dong's invitation was within Ling Yun's expectations. Given the strength and potential he had displayed, Spirit Hall could not possibly remain indifferent. They would either go all out to win him over or... eliminate him at any cost.
"Where and when?" Ling Yun asked.
"Three days from now, at midnight, at Moon Gazing Pavilion, a hundred li west of the city," Ning Fengzhi said. "You must go alone. Elder Ling Yun, this is dangerous. Bibi Dong is deeply calculating and ruthless in her methods. You must be careful! Do you need Uncle Sword or Uncle Bone to provide covert support?"
Ling Yun shook his head. "No need. I know what I'm doing."
He wanted to see what tricks this final villain from the original story, the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, was trying to play.
Three days later, at midnight.
Moon Gazing Pavilion stood atop a solitary peak, surrounded by desolate wilderness. Cold moonlight spilled down, making the place seem especially tranquil.
Ling Yun arrived as promised and saw a figure already standing inside the pavilion. With her back to him, she wore a simple white gown. Her graceful figure was outlined by the moonlight, radiating an aura of nobility, mystery, and a faintly bizarre allure.
It was none other than Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong.
"You're here." Bibi Dong slowly turned around, revealing a face beautiful enough to topple kingdoms. Her beauty carried mature charm and authority, yet within those deep purple eyes lay a barely perceptible hint of madness and obsession.
"Since Your Holiness invited me, how could I dare not come?" Ling Yun stepped into the pavilion and stood facing Bibi Dong, his expression calm.
Bibi Dong studied Ling Yun closely, strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes as though she were admiring a peerless