"I understand, Teacher." Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her tone calm and unruffled, without the slightest excess emotion, as if she were merely responding to something utterly ordinary.
Hearing Bibi Dong's obedient reply, a satisfied smile appeared on Qian Xunji's face. Then he said to Cang Wu, "In that case, this assessment mission is decided."
"Cang Wu, please make a trip to Martial Soul Hall Academy. I want to personally meet these children."
"I understand, Your Holiness." Cang Wu bowed to Qian Xunji, then withdrew from Pope Palace.
At this moment, in the vast Pope Palace, only Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong remained.
"Teacher, since there is nothing else, I will take my leave first." Bibi Dong cupped her fists and bowed to Qian Xunji. Without waiting for his permission, she turned and walked toward the outside of Pope Palace.
She truly did not want to be alone with Qian Xunji. Whenever the two of them were alone together, Bibi Dong would remember those scenes of being defiled by him.
"Dong'er, wait." Just then, Qian Xunji's voice slowly fell from the jade throne behind her. His tone was gentle, yet carried an unquestionable force.
Bibi Dong's stride suddenly stiffened, and the blood throughout her body seemed to freeze in an instant. She slowly turned back and saw Qian Xunji seated upright upon the jade throne, the papal crown atop his head, while the Angel Statue behind him scattered holy light that made his handsome, smiling face appear even more sacred.
If others saw this, eight or nine times out of ten they would think Qian Xunji was a good pope with a mild temperament and an understanding heart.
But to Bibi Dong, he was a devil draped in finery, a beast! The person she wanted to kill most.
"Dong'er, ever since