Nothing happened that night.
The next morning, a pale sliver of white appeared on the eastern horizon in the distance.
Ye Qifeng woke from his deep sleep, opened his bleary eyes, and habitually turned his head to the side.
Suddenly, he froze.
Hm? Teacher hadn't come back last night?
Ye Qifeng did not see Bibi Dong and was slightly surprised.
At the same time, he secretly wondered whether Spirit Hall had recently acquired some governmental affairs that required her to work through the night.
He had originally planned to discuss leaving Spirit City to travel abroad with her in private after waking up.
It seemed he could only go find her at the Pope Palace later.
With thoughts racing through his mind, Ye Qifeng rolled out of bed and neatly folded his blanket.
Then he went behind the screen to wash up.
Pope Palace.
Council Hall.
Bibi Dong reclined languidly, her body limp atop the Pope Throne.
She wore a brilliant purple-gold papal gown.
The gown fit her perfectly, accentuating her exquisite, graceful curves.
At first glance, she radiated boundless charm.
Beneath the hem of her dress, two sections of snow-white, flawless calves were faintly exposed, crossed over one another. Her jade-like feet, clad in pale purple crystal heels, hung in the air with their toes slightly raised.
At that moment, Bibi Dong rested her elbow against the armrest of the Pope Throne, propping up her smooth, fair cheek with one hand. Her eyes were tightly closed, as though she were resting.
Yet her slightly furrowed brows and faintly trembling lashes revealed that her heart was far from calm.
She clearly looked as though something weighed on her mind.
In truth, there had been no official affairs last night that required her attention.
The reason she had not returned