"Teacher!"
Ye Qifeng walked to the front of the platform and bowed to Bibi Dong.
"You're here."
Seated upon the Pope Throne, Bibi Dong maintained her most familiar and comfortable posture, her eyes still closed. Only after hearing Ye Qifeng's voice did she softly speak, a trace of exhaustion in her tone.
After speaking, Bibi Dong raised her jade-like hand to rub her brow again, wanting to drive away the fatigue and discomfort in her mind.
Hearing the unusual note in Bibi Dong's voice, Ye Qifeng could not help but frown slightly.
He raised his head and looked up.
He saw that Bibi Dong's jade-like hand remained pressed against her brow, never relaxing for even a moment as she gently kneaded it.
It appeared that the Rakshasa Evil Thought was still affecting her, and that influence seemed to be gradually deepening.
The Rakshasa Evil Thought would subtly affect her reason, extinguish her kind thoughts, and gradually lead her toward corruption.
Moreover, within the Rakshasa Secret Realm, the Rakshasa Evil Thought was denser than anywhere else at any other time. Its effect on her would be greater, and the erosion of those evil thoughts would accelerate.
Could it be that she had entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm to cultivate again last night?
Ye Qifeng guessed inwardly, then asked with concern, "Teacher, are you all right?"
At his words, Bibi Dong's hand stopped rubbing her brow.
She opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Ye Qifeng. She was somewhat surprised that he had noticed her discomfort, and felt faintly touched, a little warmth rising in her heart.
She had not experienced the feeling of being cared for in a very long time.
As she looked at her disciple Ye Qifeng below, now dressed in the Holy Son's attire, Bibi Dong froze for