A moving smile bloomed across Hu Liena's face. At the end, she waved hard at him, then ducked back into the carriage.
Qian Yun waved back on his own, watching Hu Liena gradually recede into the distance until she vanished from sight.
Only then did Qian Yun reluctantly withdraw his gaze. He let out a soft sigh and turned his eyes toward the towering Pope Mountain.
Today was a day off. Given Bibi Dong's personality, she should have refused all disturbances, yet she had specifically ordered him to report to her first thing in the morning.
"Forget it. No point thinking too much."
Shaking his head, Qian Yun lifted his foot and walked up the familiar steps.
Inside Pope Hall, Bibi Dong had clearly been waiting for quite some time. At this moment, her back was to the hall's entrance, and beneath the pope's robes that symbolized supreme authority was a shapely figure, sacred yet stirring the imagination.
Qian Yun did not dare look too much. After walking over at a steady pace, he bowed. "Greetings, Your Holiness."
Bibi Dong turned lightly and gave a faint nod. "Little Yun, no need for ceremony. I called you here this time for a small private matter."
Qian Yun studied her for an instant. Bibi Dong was still as beautiful as ever, but he keenly noticed that there seemed to be a trace of weariness on her stunning face.
That made him even more curious. What in this world could possibly trouble the woman before him?
"Teacher, just tell me. I'll do everything I can to help."
Looking at the relaxed Qian Yun, Bibi Dong nodded in relief. She would not doubt Qian Yun's loyalty, but this matter was of great importance, so she had to make his attitude clear.
Bibi Dong smiled