"Eat first, then we'll go."
Bibi Dong spoke calmly, seemingly unconcerned by what had just happened.
After a while,
Prince Xue Xing grew increasingly tense when no reply came.
When the staff member moved to knock again, Prince Xue Xing stopped her.
Xue Beng was starting to panic, too. "Uncle, is she really the Pope of Spirit Hall?"
"Do you think I'm in the mood to joke with you?"
Prince Xue Xing scolded him, exasperated. "Of all the people you could have provoked, you had to pick the one who's hardest to deal with. If we can't settle this, and word gets to Emperor Xue Ye, your whole life will be...!"
"Uncle... th-then what do we do now?" Xue Beng swallowed nervously. It was bad enough that the Pope of Spirit Hall held such a lofty position; she was also a Titled Douluo.
"What else can we do? We wait. They can't stay in their room forever, and Poison Douluo should be here soon."
Prince Xue Xing felt aggrieved. He was a prince, yet here he was waiting outside someone's door.
It was the first time in his life since becoming a prince that he had ever done such a thing.
"Poison Douluo, you mean!"
Hearing Dugu Bo's name, Xue Beng relaxed. They were both Titled Douluos, so the other party shouldn't give them a hard time. Besides, he hadn't done anything yesterday—he'd only taken a look. Surely no one would make trouble over such a small matter.
"Creak!"
Just then, the door opened, and Su Wen stood in the doorway, stretching.
He looked at the group in the hallway and asked in confusion, "Is something wrong?"
"Heh heh, Your Highness the Holy Son!"
With a genial smile, Xue Xing stepped forward. "I'm Prince Xue Xing. Do you remember me,