Hu Liena Informed Bibi Dong of the Chat Group's Existence

The pavilion at the Spirit Hall Academy.

Hu Liena stared intently at the transparent Light Screen in front of her, her fingertips almost digging into the flesh of her palms.

In the Chat Group, the guy whose nickname was "Daddy Douluo" had a grayed-out profile picture.

Ungrateful wretch?

Hu Liena, the Martial Soul Hall Saintess and Pope Bibi Dong's personal disciple, is being called an ingrate?

Hu Liena's chest heaved violently, her short silver hair fluttered slightly due to the fluctuations in her Soul Power, and her beautiful face flushed red.

"That damned bastard!"

She gritted her teeth and cursed Lin Qingmo eight hundred times in her heart.

The Chat Group interface was still floating in her mind's eye, but Hu Liena had no interest in looking at it anymore.

She just wanted to find that bastard who slandered her and let him know the consequences of offending the Martial Soul Hall Saintess.

"Once I catch you, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Hu Liena thought viciously.

The phantom of a fox tail appeared and disappeared behind him, a sign of his Soul Power leaking out when he was emotionally agitated.

"Nana?"

A gentle, concerned voice came from outside the pavilion.

Hu Liena quickly composed herself, the Light Screen dissipated, but the anger on her face lingered for a moment.

Xie Yue walked along the stone path, dressed in a moon-colored robe, exuding a refined and scholarly air.

Xie Yue walked into the pavilion and saw his younger sister looking indignant, her delicate brows furrowed, like a little fox with its fur standing on end. He couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Nana, what's wrong? Are you still angry with Yan?"

Xie Yue sat down on the stone bench and reached out to rub his younger sister's head, but Hu Liena slapped his hand away.

"You know, Yan just has special feelings for you."

Xie Yue wasn't annoyed. She withdrew her hand and said with a sigh, "He's a straightforward person, he doesn't mince words. He offended you last time because he cared too much."

Hu Liena pouted, flicked her fox-tail-like phantom of Soul Power, and said impatiently, "Brother, I'm not angry with him."

"And I've told you so many times, I don't like him at all, not even a little bit. Don't talk nonsense, do you hear me?"

His tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Xie Yue opened his mouth, but in the end, all he could do was let out a sigh.

"Well..."

I feel a deep sorrow for Brother Yan.

Yan, that kid, has excellent talent and a powerful Flame Lord Martial Soul. He's been devoted to Nana for so many years, pursuing her with great passion.

Unfortunately, his younger sister didn't seem to think much of him at all.

Xie Yue witnessed this heartbreaking scene of unrequited love, and could do nothing but sympathize with it.

He certainly wouldn't interfere with his sister's relationships or life.

"Fine, fine, if you don't like it, you don't like it."

Xie Yue raised his hands in surrender, then turned serious and said, "Let's get down to business. His Holiness the Pope summons you to the Pope Palace immediately."

Hu Liena was taken aback.

"Teacher? Why did you summon me at this time?"

Although the affairs of the Spirit Hall are complicated, Bibi Dong has always been particular about rules and regulations, and she will not suddenly summon people in the evening unless it is a major matter.

"Brother, did the teacher say what it was about?"

Xie Yue shook his head. "I didn't say anything, I just told you to go quickly."

Although Hu Liena had doubts, she dared not be negligent.

Bibi Dong was not only her mentor but also a mother figure to her.

She possessed both authority and compassion, and never harbored the slightest rebellious thought.

"Then I'll head over right away."

She stood up and straightened her slightly wrinkled robes.

I took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger that had just arisen because of the Chat Group.

You mustn't lose your composure in front of your teacher.

The Pope Palace.

With its towering dome, solemn reliefs, and the entire hall constructed of special white jade, it exudes a soft yet solemn aura.

The hall was empty and silent; the Guard on both sides had long since been dismissed.

When Hu Liena stepped into the palace, there was only one other person inside.

Bibi Dong sat enthroned on the Pope Throne.

She rested her chin on her hand, her posture languid yet exuding an unassailable authority.

Those deep purple eyes were half-closed, their gaze calm as still water, yet seemingly bottomless, making it impossible to fathom their emotions.

Hu Liena walked to the steps and respectfully knelt on one knee.

He placed his right hand on his chest and performed a standard audience greeting.

"Disciple Hu Liena greets her teacher."

His voice was clear and resonant, carrying a deep sense of respect.

"..."

Bibi Dong did not respond immediately.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Hu Liena maintained her bowing posture, but her heart inexplicably quickened.

The teacher's demeanor today was different from usual.

a long time.

Get up.

Bibi Dong's voice drifted down from above, languid yet carrying a hint of elusiveness.

Hu Liena stood up, head bowed, awaiting the teacher's instructions.

Bibi Dong stared at her, her gaze Youyou and unfathomable, before slowly speaking after a long while, "Nana, is there something you're hiding from your master?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible hammer gently striking Hu Liena's heart.

"!"

Her heart skipped a beat.

My first reaction was to deny it.

But as the words were about to come out, the strange Chat Group suddenly surfaced in her mind, like some invisible Binding choking her.

The Chat Group that suddenly appeared in my consciousness, and the transparent Light Screen that only I could see.

Everything was too bizarre, so bizarre that she instinctively chose to conceal it.

Why would the teacher suddenly ask that question?

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Hu Liena's back.

Bibi Dong's gaze fell calmly on her.

Without urging or questioning, just quietly watching and waiting.

This invisible pressure is more unbearable than any harsh words.

Hu Liena pursed her lips, her internal struggle lasting only a few breaths.

You must not lie to your teacher!

This is a belief ingrained in her from childhood.

"Teacher..."

Hu Liena's voice was somewhat hoarse, and her knees touched the cold ground again, her posture extremely low.

"This disciple has indeed encountered an extremely strange matter. Because it is so bizarre, this disciple dares not report it rashly, for fear of disturbing the master."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow slightly, her Purple Eyes gleaming.

"Oh?"

She leaned forward slightly, a hint of amusement in her voice, "What strange thing is it? Tell me about it."

Hu Liena gritted her teeth, carefully chose her words, and said, "A day ago, something suddenly appeared in my consciousness."

"It was... a kind of Light Screen, visible only to the disciple."

"There are some strange people up there; they claim to be from different places and communicate with each other in writing."

People called it Chat Group.

"Someone in the Chat Group..."

Hu Liena paused for a moment, recalling what the "Daddy Douluo" had said, and anger surged up in her heart again, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

"Someone is maliciously slandering disciples and teachers, saying nonsensical things, and even claiming to know the future."

"This disciple suspects that this is a sinister Soul Skill used by someone with malicious intent, intended to disturb this disciple's mind."

"This disciple has been secretly investigating, hoping to find out who is behind this!"

After she finished speaking, her forehead almost touched the ground, her posture extremely respectful.

Silence fell upon the hall once more.

Hu Liena's heart was pounding.

Would a teacher believe such a bizarre story? Would they think they were talking nonsense?