Lin Hai's Deep Affection for Bibi Dong, and Hu Liena, Who Endured Three More Years Than Zhazhahui

Qian Daoliu into a rage as Lin Hai had expected. He remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a tone filled with deep regret:

"Bo Saixi, after all these years, your tastes... have finally returned to normal."

"If you had the same foresight back then... perhaps then..."

Qian Daoliu has his own set of behavioral logic.

Knowing that love between men and women cannot be forced, though my heart is filled with sorrow at this moment, I can still see things clearly—

What he lost was something he never had in the first place.

Tang Chen is the truly pathetic one!

Moreover, ever since he learned that Qian Renxue's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, he had been prepared to give his Life for his beliefs at any time.

Why cling to matters of love and affection on the verge of death?

Dying with such deep affection might not be such a bad thing!

Of course, his open-mindedness stems from a crucial information gap—

He still doesn't know that his precious granddaughter has already been "completely devoured" by the boy in front of him, in both forms, leaving not even a trace!

Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Bo Saixi suddenly realized that her hand was still clasped with Lin Hai's. She hurriedly pulled her hand away, turned around as if electrocuted, and forced herself to remain calm, saying:

"You... please don't misunderstand, the relationship between him and me... is not what you think!"

He rejected Qian Daoliu, but accepted his junior? Even if it was a misunderstanding, he has really lost face today!

She was secretly annoyed.

This was the first time Qian Daoliu had ever seen Bo Saixi display such girlish shyness, and he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

Then, he turned his gaze to Lin Hai, his tone returning to its usual calm:

"Lin Hai, why don't you go and meet your teacher and senior sister first?"

"Especially Nana, these days she's been almost constantly by the North Gate, longing for your return."

This guy really knows how to charm women!

Lin Hai nodded slightly, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Bo Saixi's somewhat stiff back, then smiled slightly and turned to leave.

Lin Hai already knew this from his previous late-night conversation with Bibi Dong:

After he left Spirit City, Hu Liena moved into his room.

Therefore, he did not go to the North Gate, but went straight back to his familiar residence.

They did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts along the way.

When the Soul Master and Guards he encountered along the way saw him, they were first taken aback, and then their faces showed an uncontrollable excitement as they all bowed to him.

Then they hurriedly scattered in all directions, presumably eager to spread the news.

Upon returning to the Saint Son Hall, the head guard, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully bowed. "Your subordinate greets Your His Highness the Saint Son!"

Lin Hai nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over every blade of grass and tree around him.

Apart from the newly appointed head guard in front of him, everything outside the hall was exactly the same as when he left, exuding a strong sense of familiarity.

Even the gleaming gilded plaque above the temple gate bearing the inscription "Saint Son Hall" was not something he had seen for the first time.

"This plaque... is inappropriate." He shook his head slightly, his tone calm yet undeniably firm.

The head guard's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously inquired, "Is Your Highness dissatisfied with the material of this plaque?"

"That's not it." Lin Hai shook his head again, lightly raising his fingertip to point at the three large characters in the air. "It's the content of the inscription on this plaque that's lacking."

After speaking, he took out paper and pen from his Soul Tool, raised his wrist and suspended his elbow, his movements were smooth and fluid, and in the blink of an eye, three powerful characters had appeared on the paper.

The head guard quickly stepped forward respectfully and took the still-wet Xuan paper with both hands.

Upon first glance, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he sincerely praised:

"Your His Highness the Saint Son's calligraphy is superb! The strokes are powerful and vigorous, penetrating the paper..."

However, when he saw the three words written on the paper, the second half of his praise stuck in his throat, and he said with a strange expression:

"Holy... Good Temple?"

Lin Hai nodded solemnly, pointed to the space between the characters for "good," and leisurely explained:

"As a disciple, under the clear blue sky, one should naturally keep to one's place and stand behind one's master."

Then, a hint of a smile flickered across his eyes, and he silently added to himself:

'In the stillness of the night... I must share my teacher's burdens, lying beneath her, shouldering all her responsibilities.'

The head guard nodded, seemingly understanding, and suppressed his strange feeling, respectfully replying:

"Understood, I will arrange for craftsmen to make a replacement as soon as possible."

He was a veteran guard of the Spirit Hall and knew some secrets that few people knew.

The His Highness the Saint Son before us is completely different from all the Holy Son and Holy Maidens of the past.

His contributions to the Spirit Hall are unprecedented.

The extraordinary status of Pope Bibi Dong is evident in the attitudes of the elders and bishops when they mention him.

This also resulted in the other party enjoying extremely excessive treatment within the Spirit Hall.

In a sense, the guards of the Saint Son Hall are already semi-independent of the regular guard system of Spirit City, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them Lin Hai's private army.

Therefore, it's not that Lin Hai just wanted to change to a slightly unconventional signboard.

Even if he Shi Xing like demolishing and rebuilding the Saint Son Hall, he would have to carry it out without hesitation.

After the head guard left to receive his orders, Lin Hai strolled into the hall.

He did not return to the side hall where he used to live, but went to Bibi Dong's room.

Everywhere you look, it's still the same old mess!

Lin Hai smiled. Last time he came and went in a hurry, and he had forgotten to fulfill his filial duty as a disciple.

Now, I have to help her get properly tidied up, no matter what.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

Whether it's thin, close-fitting underwear or luxurious dresses and robes...

Lin Hai put everything that was haphazardly placed into his spatial ring.

There's nothing I can do, he's just too busy!

This action was purely to save time and create a clean living environment for the teacher, and was by no means for the purpose of collecting any original items.

A moment later, Lin Hai looked at the completely renovated room, patted his hands to remove non-existent dust, and nodded in satisfaction.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a familiar female voice, tinged with sobs and ecstatic joy, came from the direction of the palace gate—

"Little Hai!"

It was Hu Liena's voice; judging from the direction, she had just stepped into the Saint Son Hall.

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Hai did not hesitate at all. In a flash, he appeared in the side hall. He didn't even bother to recall what had happened in the room and pushed the door open to leave.

In the courtyard in front of the gate, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei were walking briskly towards them.

The moment Hu Liena's gaze fell upon Lin Hai's figure, the longing and grievances that had accumulated for more than eight years burst forth, and she leaped into Lin Hai.

A pair of small, pink fists rained down on Lin Hai's chest as she sobbed uncontrollably:

"You brat! You naughty fellow! How come you've been gone for so long!"

"Eight years! Do you know how I spent those eight years?"

"I think about you day and night! You bastard, all you do is write letters, and when you come back to deliver things, you don't even show your face!"