Bibi Dong's First Public Bold Act

After several days at sea,

The ship docked, and the group stepped onto the Vast Sea City pier once again.

The port was bustling and noisy.

Merchant ships and fishing boats shuttle back and forth incessantly.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares mingled with the roar of the waves.

Having not seen the vibrant atmosphere of mainland China for half a year, many felt as if they had been transported to another world.

However, the time for parting arrived.

Hu Liena stopped at the dock and turned to face the crowd.

She had to return to the Spirit Hall.

With the Elite Tournament approaching, we need to return and rejoin the Spirit Hall team.

Lin Qingmo and his group, on the other hand, were heading back to Heaven Dou City.

Two roads, two directions.

Six months ago, there was a subtle layer of wariness between her and these people.

The identity of the Martial Soul Hall Saintess is like an invisible wall, always standing in the middle.

But six months of living and working together resolved everything.

Bai Chenxiang, Zhu Zhuqing, and others often sparred with her.

From initial probing to later going all out.

After finishing the game, we sat side by side on the rocks by the sea, catching our breath and chatting.

Before they knew it, these people had become friends.

Hu Liena took a deep breath, suppressing the fleeting tears in her eyes.

She straightened her back, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and spoke in an almost solemn tone:

"We will meet again in the Elite Tournament."

Her voice was clear and firm, carrying the pride of the Martial Soul Hall Saintess: "I will not show any mercy then."

Dugu Yan was the first to laugh out loud, crossing her arms in response. "Who asked you to give way? Bring it on!"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled faintly and didn't speak, but the fighting spirit in her eyes was the best answer.

Bai Chenxiang nodded slightly and uttered two simple words. "Waiting for you."

Ning Rongrong waved her hand, her smile bright, "Don't let us beat you up until you cry!"

Hu Liena smiled.

She turned and left with a flourish.

The Sea Breeze lifted the ends of her hair, and the sunlight cast a long shadow behind her.

The proud and impetuous girl who set foot on Sea God Island six months ago has changed.

I've become stronger, and I've become more clear-headed.

She knew she was still far from good enough.

But she also knew that gaps are meant to be closed.

Hu Liena had just left.

A calm, steady female voice then rang out.

"A-Qing, it's time for me to go too."

Lin Qingmo paused upon hearing this.

He looked up at Bibi Dong.

No, in her eyes, this was her Sister Eastern Emperor.

"Ah?"

He blinked, his tone revealing a hint of undisguised surprise.

"Where is Sister Eastern Emperor going this time?"

"There are some personal matters that need to be taken care of, and no one else can help."

Her voice came through the mask.

Lin Qingmo to say something to persuade him to stay, but felt it was inappropriate to pry into someone's private affairs.

He understood Sister Eastern Emperor's personality.

But even though I didn't ask, I still felt a little uneasy.

This Master had been taking care of him since he was six years old.

She was like a teacher, a mother, and a sister to him; she was one of the people he trusted most in the world.

Every parting comes so suddenly.

"Then... Sister Eastern Emperor, please be careful on your journey."

Lin Qingmo pursed her lips and ultimately only uttered the most ordinary sentence.

Bibi Dong's fingers, which were hanging inside her robe sleeves, curled slightly.

She's going back.

Return to the Spirit Hall. Return to that cold, empty, and unattainable Pope Throne.

There, everyone looked at her with awe, fear, calculation, or submission.

No one would call her "Sister Eastern Emperor".

No one else would look at her with such innocent eyes as A-Qing, as if she were just an ordinary, reliable older Elder Sister.

but,

She changed the subject, her tone unusually gentle.

"I will go watch the finals of the Elite Soul Master Tournament."

Lin Qingmo's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"We'll meet again then."

She spoke softly, as if it were just an ordinary promise.

But beneath the mask, Bibi Dong's eyes held a turbulent undercurrent.

By then, everything will be different.

She will no longer be the "Eastern Emperor Douluo" shrouded in black robes.

Instead, it Bibi Dong, the Pope the Spirit Hall, who sat atop the high platform under the spotlight, a figure who made the entire continent tremble.

And A-Qing... would stand in the center of the arena, looking up at the high platform.

Then he will see himself.

When he discovered that the Pope the Spirit Hall, who commanded the entire continent to submit, was none other than his beloved Sister Eastern Emperor, whom he had trusted and cherished without reservation since the age of six.

What expression will he have on his face?

shock?

Puzzled?

Or... disappointment?

Bibi Dong's heart clenched suddenly.

Over the years, I have always only shown him my gentle side.

All the darkness, ambition, intrigue, and bloodshed were hidden beneath this black robe by her own hands.

She meticulously maintained the image of "Sister Eastern Emperor"—perfect, reliable, and harmless.

But that was never the complete version of her.

She longed for him to see her completely.

She was also afraid of being seen by him in all his glory.

If A-Qing knew everything...

Will he still call her "Sister Eastern Emperor" without any reservations, as he does now?

He would look at her with those clear eyes, giving her a false impression:

It was as if he wasn't that cold, broken Pope.

Or is she just a woman who is needed by others?

Anxiety surged like the rising tide, wave after wave crashing over her, almost drowning her.

But her mask remained perfectly still.

Bibi Dong simply gazed quietly at the boy before her.

I noticed the slight reluctance he showed as I was about to leave.

The regret hidden in those eyes was so real it pierced her heart.

Then, she did something she hadn't expected.

Perhaps it was the melancholy of parting that was at play.

Perhaps it was a vague unease about the possibility that everything might be turned upside down when they reunited.

Or perhaps... it's simply, selfishly, a desire to leave something behind for oneself in this moment.

Bibi Dong stepped forward.

Before anyone could react, she slightly lifted the bottom edge of her mask, revealing the lower half of her face.

Her lips gently landed on Lin Qingmo's lips.

The kiss was extremely light and quick.

It was as light as a feather brushing across a calm surface of water, and as swift as a fleeting breeze on a summer afternoon.

In Bibi Dong, that moment was stretched out infinitely.

My heart stopped beating abruptly at that moment.

Then it pounded into the chest cavity with a frequency that was almost painful, as if it were about to break through the walls.

The mask fell back into place with a "thud".

Bibi Dong turned around, her Soul Power suddenly erupting, her black robes fluttering wildly in the strong wind.

She soared into the sky like a giant, dark bird spreading its wings, tearing through the air and instantly becoming a tiny black dot on the horizon.

She didn't turn around.

She was afraid that if she turned around, she would see A-Qing's stunned face and would be unable to resist wanting to stay and explain something.

On the ground.

Lin Qingmo stood frozen in place, as if someone had pressed the pause button on her.

The brain completely shut down.

Thoughts cease, the soul leaves the body.

Sister Eastern Emperor kissed him many times.

But it was always when there were only the two of them!

This is the first time I've done this in front of so many people.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.

The sensation from my fingertips was so clear it couldn't possibly be an illusion.