In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains and fell across the bed.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened her sleepy eyes and found herself still nestled in Ling Qianyue's arms. At some point, her Martial Soul Possession had quietly faded, leaving behind only the memory of that swaying cat tail.
"Cat Tail Entanglement." Her face flushed red.
When she looked up at Ling Qianyue, she found that he was gazing at her gently as well, his eyes brimming with affection and love.
Zhu Zhuqing licked the corner of her lips and softly said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Good morning, Qianyao."
The morning was when yang energy was at its strongest. Zhu Zhuqing soon noticed something unusual about Ling Qianyue, and her face reddened slightly.
"D-do you need help?"
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She truly had not expected Ling Qianyue to recover so quickly—
At the border between the two great empires, beside the Star Dou Great Forest, stood Spirit City.
Papal Palace.
Upon the Papal Throne sat a peerlessly beautiful woman.
She wore a purple-gold papal robe, a Nine-Curved Purple-Gold Crown upon her head, and held a Papal Scepter studded with countless gemstones.
Her beauty could be called flawless, on par with Qian Renxue's. Noble, elegant, and every other beautiful word seemed fitting for this woman.
Though she was no longer young, time seemed fond of her, leaving not the slightest trace upon her.
She appeared to be only in her twenties or thirties, still graceful and captivating.
She was the current Pope, Bibi Dong.
At that moment, she stared intently at the document in her hand, reading through the reports line by line. After digesting all its contents, she gently set it down.
Her fingertips lightly tapped against the throne.