Hu Liena, standing to one side, shook her head. She had no desire to say much about the two Douluos' discussion.
Yet the moment she thought of that fellow Ye Xingchen, her pretty face flushed slightly.
Ever since she had seen what he looked like, she had been unable to drive his image from her mind.
It was as though he possessed some magic that made her think of him from time to time.
Finding herself in this state left Hu Liena feeling deeply embarrassed.
"Hu Liena, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing nearby, hurriedly asked when he saw her like this.
"Thank you for your concern, Ju Douluo. I'm fine. Since His Holiness the Pope doesn't need us to stand guard, let's leave!"
Everyone nodded and said nothing more, immediately dispersing.
Meanwhile, inside the Pope's Palace,
Bibi Dong sat upright on Ye Xingchen's thigh, her pretty face faintly flushed and filled with satisfaction.
Looking at the handsome lord before her, she nestled in his arms like a little woman, unwilling to move an inch.
Thinking of the upcoming Advanced Soul Master Competition, she could not help suggesting:
"My lord, if you place such importance on the Advanced Soul Master Competition, I can have those few withdraw. That way, you can take first place!"
"These Soul Bones really aren't anything special. If you want them, I'll open the treasury right now and let you pick whatever you like!"
Ye Xingchen said little in response. Looking at the woman he had conquered in his arms, he stroked her fair, slender waist and said:
"I like things I obtain with my own hands. I don't spare a glance for gifts from others, so you needn't say any more. I must compete in the Advanced