Bibi Dong reclined sideways in the pale purple Pope Throne.
Her entire body looked incomparably languid, like a delicate beauty without a single bone in her body.
Her figure was soft and exquisite, her curves alluring, naturally radiating a startling charm. Bathed in the purple glow emitted by the Pope Throne, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet within that peerless beauty, there was a trace of imperfection.
At that moment, Bibi Dong's exquisite brows were slightly furrowed, her brow tightly creased, while her long, curled eyelashes trembled faintly.
She did not seem to be in very good condition. She looked as though something weighed on her mind, and even her beauty was slightly diminished because of it.
She seemed to be contemplating something, troubled and restless over certain matters, causing her emotions to become unstable.
But upon closer inspection, it was not that simple. It was as if she were enduring some pain, leaving her somewhat uncomfortable.
Bibi Dong's mood was anything but calm. Countless thoughts churned through her heart and mind, negative emotions surged within her, and her body felt somewhat exhausted.
During the more than two years Ye Qifeng had been away from Spirit City,
aside from returning to Ye Qifeng's Holy Son Palace at night out of habit to rest, she had spent almost all her remaining time in the Pope Palace, busily handling governmental affairs.
Although, following Ye Qifeng's suggestion, she had handed many of Spirit Hall's trivial matters over to that effeminate fellow, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan,
she had even dragged Hu Liena over to learn and help deal with government affairs whenever she returned to Spirit City from the Death Training Camp for a rare half-yearly break.
Still, for the sake of the ideals in her heart, Bibi Dong could not help personally handling many