Not Their First Meeting

"Miss Yuehua, this will be your residence from now on."

The Maid led Tang Yuehua to a small courtyard and spoke softly.

The courtyard was not large. Though it could not be called magnificent, it was quiet, elegant, and fully furnished. Tang Yuehua had not been deliberately mistreated because of her identity.

"Mm, thank you for the trouble." Tang Yuehua softly thanked the Maid.

She had never been an arrogant person. Besides, she was now under someone else's roof, with even her life no longer in her own hands. How could Tang Yuehua put on the airs of a Young Miss?

"It was no trouble. I was merely carrying out Pope's orders." The Maid smiled and shook her head.

When she mentioned the words Pope, her tone unconsciously carried a little more heartfelt admiration.

Pei An had begun to gain some supporters within Spirit Hall.

Most of them were women.

After all, although there was nothing lacking in Pei An's own abilities, his accomplishments were still somewhat few.

Yet his extraordinary looks had still earned him a group of young female admirers.

This had left Bibi Dong in a bad mood for quite a while.

Her A'an, who had belonged to her alone, had suddenly become the object of so many girls' desire.

This was the first time Bibi Dong felt that Pei An becoming Pope was not a good thing.

And this Little Maid was one of those admirers.

"The Pope..."

Tang Yuehua murmured softly, recalling Pei An's handsome, transcendent face, like that of an Immortal.

Her Cherry Lips pressed together slightly. Tang Yuehua looked at the Little Maid and asked softly, "Where is the Pope now?"

Hearing Tang Yuehua's question, the Little Maid cast her a somewhat surprised glance, her tone strangely meaningful.

"Miss Yuehua, don't tell me you have Thoughts about our Pope?"

"Then I advise you to give up on that idea as soon as possible. There are quite a few people in Spirit Hall who admire Pope, but very few can actually get close to him."

"Lady Bibi Dong, the Former Pope's disciple, is incredibly possessive of Pope Pei."

"Other than the Maids in Pope's Courtyard, any other woman who tries to approach Pope will be stopped by her."

At this point, the Little Maid's tone became somewhat dissatisfied. She was clearly very unhappy with Bibi Dong's monopolizing behavior toward Pei An.

But soon, her tone turned helpless again.

"Who asked her to be so noble in status and to have known Pope Pei for so long?"

"So, Miss Yuehua, let me offer you a piece of advice."

"Your identity is rather awkward, after all. If you make Lady Bibi Dong unhappy, your days here will be difficult."

"Of course, it would be different if Pope were willing to stand by your side."

"But that is impossible even to think about. Although you are very beautiful, Miss Yuehua, Pope is not the kind of person who develops feelings just because of that."

"After all, this should be Pope's first time meeting Miss Yuehua."

"I understand. Thank you." Tang Yuehua nodded slightly as she spoke softly.

Seeing this, the Maid gave Tang Yuehua a few more instructions before leaving to attend to her other duties.

Watching the Little Maid's figure disappear beneath the moonlight, Tang Yuehua parted her Red Lips and murmured quietly.

"The first time we met?"

"It certainly wasn't..."

Dawn broke in the early morning, and the rising sun climbed into the sky.

A pale golden glow stained the horizon, like a thread of gold stretching across the earth and sky.

Tang Yuehua stepped out of her room.

Though she had come here as a hostage, Tang Yuehua was not particularly anxious or unable to sleep. On the contrary, she had slept quite well the night before.

Today, she had changed into a simple set of Plain Clothes.

Yesterday, she had dressed extravagantly only because she did not wish to tarnish what little dignity Clear Sky Sect had left.

Now that she was in someone else's territory, being overly ostentatious would not be wise.

Yet even such simple Plain Clothes looked elegant and noble when worn by Tang Yuehua.

Some people relied on lavish clothing to make themselves beautiful, while others made ordinary clothing beautiful. Tang Yuehua belonged to the latter.

Picking up the watering can from the wooden rack beside her, Tang Yuehua calmly watered the potted plants.

She felt that coming here as a hostage was not actually so unacceptable.

This peaceful, leisurely life was quite nice. Compared with Clear Sky Sect, she also no longer had to endure those looks that regarded her as a disgrace.

"Miss Tang seems to be in quite a good mood?"

A frivolous voice slowly rang out.

A man dressed in expensive Brocade Robes walked toward Tang Yuehua.

His gaze constantly roamed over Tang Yuehua's mature, curvaceous body, his eyes filled with greed.

The matter of the Young Miss of Clear Sky Sect coming to Spirit Hall as a hostage was known to everyone in Spirit Hall.

This had caused some people to develop improper Thoughts.

The Young Miss of Clear Sky Sect—this identity alone was enough to stir illicit desires in some people.

After all, in their eyes, now that Tang Yuehua had come to Spirit Hall, she no longer had any room to resist.

This man was one of them.

Tang Yuehua sensed the man's lustful gaze. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she set the watering can on the rack and turned to return indoors, unwilling to entangle herself with him.

However, the man refused to let the matter go. Four soul rings slowly rose around him, and the pressure of a Soul Ancestor bore down on Tang Yuehua.

A Soul Ancestor was not considered particularly powerful within Spirit Hall, but to Tang Yuehua, who possessed only Ninth Rank Soul Power, he was already an opponent she could not resist.

Fear immediately appeared on her exquisite, Pretty Face.

"What do you want? Aren't you afraid the Pope will punish you?"

The man sneered disdainfully. "Give it up. Pope will not punish me, the Son of Bishop, over some woman from Clear Sky Sect."

As he spoke, he reached out toward Tang Yuehua's fair, Pretty Face.

This Young Miss of Clear Sky Sect was truly breathtakingly beautiful!

Tang Yuehua's Pretty Face turned deathly pale.

The next moment, a tremendous bang rang out.

It was followed by a calm, unruffled voice. "Oh, is that so?"

Upon hearing that voice, Tang Yuehua felt as though she had grasped a lifeline.

That White Robe was so dazzling to Tang Yuehua at that moment that her eyes could not help reddening slightly.

Pei An had appeared in front of Tang Yuehua at some unknown moment.

The Son of Bishop, meanwhile, was already lying on the ground nearby, spitting blood, his face smashed in.

Pei An looked at the man, his eyes filled with disgust.

Regardless of status, he deeply despised people who forced themselves upon others.

"P-Pope?!"

When the man saw Pei An, he did not know whether it was from his injuries or panic, but he could barely speak clearly and stammered badly.

Pei An slowly walked over to him, his deep Lapis Lazuli Eyes looking down from above. "Do you know your crime?"

Though unwilling, the man did not dare argue and could only nod repeatedly.

Seeing this, Pei An expressionlessly swung out his palm.

"Then accept your punishment."

The next moment, the man exploded into a bloody mist.

In truth, his crime did not warrant death. However, Pei An wished to use him to show the others in Spirit Hall his stance on such matters.

The Son of Bishop was just the right identity for it.

Naturally, this fellow became the chicken sacrificed to scare the monkeys.

At least he had contributed one of the few things he was worth.