Bibi Dong stepped lightly into the resting room and closed the door behind her.
The cool expression on her flawless face instantly faded, replaced by ease and comfort.
She stretched lazily, displaying her exquisite, curvaceous figure to the fullest. Then she kicked off the crystal heels beneath her fair, delicate feet, letting them fall carelessly to one side. She threw herself into the softness of the bed, rolled around a few times, and only then pulled up the blanket to sleep.
However, for some reason, she could not fall asleep.
Her mind kept returning to the things she had left in the Saintess Hall and had yet to retrieve.
Especially her clothes.
Whenever she thought of those garments, which had been neatly sorted and folded, Bibi Dong felt both embarrassed and irritated.
She felt that Ye Qifeng, her own disciple, had seen her sloppy side.
The image she had thought was flawless had completely collapsed.
How was she supposed to maintain a teacher's dignity and preserve her image before her disciple from now on?
Bibi Dong was so embarrassed that her toes curled against the floor.
She burrowed beneath the blanket, feeling somewhat unwilling to face anyone.
She lay there for a long while.
As her thoughts grew more numerous and tangled, Bibi Dong irritably rolled around several times.
She truly could not sleep peacefully.
After a while, Bibi Dong suddenly sat up, took a deep breath, and said, "Forget it. I won't sleep. I should continue cultivating instead."
Having made up her mind, Bibi Dong immediately circulated the cultivation technique she had successfully altered, forming several hand seals with her jade-like hands.
The next moment, a purple, evil aura spread from Bibi Dong's body.
Suddenly, a door was summoned.
It floated in midair.
At its center was a purple-black