Once Nan Feng entered the city, he didn't rush to do anything petty theft.
After strolling casually along the bustling streets and eating a few skewers of Heaven Dou City's specialty candied hawthorns, he headed straight for the Moonlight Pavilion, the gathering place of Heaven Dou City's elite.
Counting the time, it has been three years since the last "friendly exchange," and I wonder if Tang Yuehua still remembers him, this "old friend."
Although in the turmoil three years ago, the Clear Sky Sect was pressured by him with both absolute force and public opinion, and nominally bowed down and admitted defeat, even announcing that they had "joined" the Spirit Hall's camp.
However, anyone with a brain can see that the Clear Sky Sect was a delaying tactic born out of desperation.
Tang Yuehua, as a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, not only did not avoid suspicion, but also brazenly stayed in Heaven Dou City to run her Moonlight Pavilion.
It should be noted that Moonlight Pavilion is the official etiquette academy of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, and it is very close to the royal family. In turn, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are in cahoots.
This group of people get together every day, playing music, drinking tea, and discussing aristocratic etiquette?
Nobody would believe they don't have some shady dealings going on behind the scenes.
While inwardly grumbling, Nan Feng strode with an air of domineering arrogance as he arrived in front of the elegant and grand Moonlight Pavilion building.
Unsurprisingly, he was stopped at the door.
"Little sister, this is Moonlight Pavilion, a place where nobles learn etiquette. You can't just go in and play around."
The maid at the door was pretty and delicate. Although she saw that Nan Feng was just a little boy of a few years old, she noticed that the little girl was exquisitely beautiful, and the black trench coat she wore was made of very fine material. In particular, she had a strange aura that, while languid, exuded a sense of superiority. The maid dared not be negligent in the slightest and gently kept him outside the door without forcibly driving him away.
"Little sister?"
Nan Feng's lips twitched slightly; the way he was addressed was truly cringe-worthy.
However, he didn't react, since his current appearance as a six-year-old girl was indeed very deceptive.
Without wasting any words, Nan Feng reached into her trench coat pocket and pulled out a crystal-clear, blood-red jade pendant that emitted a faint warmth.
"Give this to your Pavilion Master."
Nan Feng handed the " Blood Warm Jade " to the maid, her small face hardening, and said in a condescending tone:
"Just say... an old friend I haven't seen for three years is coming to visit, and ask her to come down and see me in person."
Hearing this extremely arrogant tone, the maid instinctively wanted to frown, but when her gaze fell on the piece of Blood Warm Jade, her expression changed drastically.
She had stayed at the Moonlight Pavilion for a long time, so she naturally recognized this jade!
This was the most cherished personal item of their Pavilion Master, Tang Yuehua. However, since the great upheaval Clear Sky Sect occurred three years ago and the subsequent joining of the Spirit Hall, this jade has never appeared on the Pavilion Master again.
Now, this jade is in the hands of a six-year-old girl?!
"Please... please wait a moment!"
The maidservant dared not delay for a moment. Holding the Blood Warm Jade in both hands, she lifted her skirt and ran into the Moonlight Pavilion.
Not long after.
Inside the Moonlight Pavilion, on the exquisite spiral staircase, came a series of extremely hurried, even somewhat chaotic, footsteps.
"Da da da da..."
Immediately afterward, to the astonishment of the many noble students in the lobby of the Moonlight Pavilion, Tang Yuehua, the Moonlight Pavilion mistress who always maintained composure and elegance, and remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, suddenly ran downstairs in a panic, lifting her magnificent skirt.
Because she ran so fast, even a few strands of her hair came loose, her chest heaved violently, and her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and barely concealed fear.
The nobles in the hall were dumbfounded.
When had they ever seen the renowned "elegant" Pavilion Master lose his composure like this? It was as if he had encountered some living Yama, the Grim Reaper, who was bringing death upon them!
Tang Yuehua was naturally panicked!
Three years ago, that woman drove the Clear Sky Sect to the brink of ruin. Not only did she force Qian Daoliu to remove Qian Xunji from the family tree, but she also took the opportunity to steal her personal jade pendant, shamelessly claiming it was a "token of love".
That was the most terrifying nightmare she had ever experienced in her life!
Now that this jade has reappeared, Tang Yuehua's first thought is, Bibi Dong has come!
That devilish woman is here again!
Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trembling in her heart, and rushed to the door of the Moonlight Pavilion.
However.
When she stood at the gate and saw the people standing outside,
Tang Yuehua was stunned.
There was no longer that aloof and oppressive Pope.
Standing at the bottom of the steps was only a little girl wearing a black trench coat, her hands in her pockets, kicking pebbles listlessly.
Tang Yuehua's mind went completely blank.
Whose child is this...?
But soon, when her gaze fell on the little girl's exquisitely beautiful face, an extremely strong sense of déjà vu washed over her!
It looks familiar!
It looks very familiar!
That purple hair, those purple eyes, those exquisitely detailed facial features... she's practically a miniature version of Bibi Dong!!
Could it be... Bibi Dong's daughter?!
Wait a minute! When did Bibi Dong secretly have another daughter?
Just as Tang Yuehua was filled with questions and even began to doubt whether she was hallucinating from fear,
The little girl standing at the bottom of the steps stopped kicking the pebbles.
She raised her head, her amethyst-like eyes fixed on Tang Yuehua, and then, quite naturally, pulled her delicate white hand out of her pocket and waved enthusiastically at her.
"Oh, Lady Yue, it's been a long time!"
A clear, childlike voice rang out at the entrance of the Moonlight Pavilion.
Along with this greeting, the little girl's lips curled up in an extremely unrestrained manner, revealing a bright smile full of mockery, amusement, and a touch of wickedness.
In that instant.
Tang Yuehua felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her face turned deathly pale.
This six-year-old face is unfamiliar.
but!
That familiar, nasty tone, that familiar, punchable smile, and that eerie aura that sends chills down your spine, as if you're being stared at by a venomous snake!
You can't be wrong!
Absolutely right!
Even if this guy were now a six-year-old girl, she'd still recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes!
This is the devil who trampled the Clear Sky Sect underfoot and rubbed it repeatedly three years ago!
Bibi Dong!
Tang Yuehua took several deep breaths, forcing herself to remain calm, and managed to force a smile that was more like a grimace than a cry on her pale face. She bowed slightly.
"So it's... a distinguished guest. There are too many people here, please... come with me to the private room upstairs for a chat."
Before Tang Yuehua could straighten up and assume the posture of leading the way, the little girl who only reached her waist unceremoniously reached out her fair and delicate hand and grabbed her soft, boneless hand.
"Let's go, what are you waiting for?"
Nan Feng, like a little tyrant taking over, dragged the most noble and elegant Lord of the Moonlight Pavilion in Heaven Dou City upstairs in a grand manner.
The noble students in the hall looked at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Their high and mighty Lady Yue was actually led by the nose by a six-year-old girl, and didn't even dare to put up a fight?
On the top floor, in the most luxurious and secluded private room.
As soon as the heavy, soundproof wooden door closed, Tang Yuehua felt completely exhausted, her back stiffly pressed against the door panel.
Her gaze was fixed on the little girl who had climbed onto the main seat without any hesitation, her short legs still dangling in mid-air, her mind still in a state of chaotic scramble.
She couldn't understand it!
How could the Pope of the Spirit Hall, a peerless powerhouse who trampled the world underfoot, have turned into the appearance of a six-year-old child?!
What terrified her even more was that Bibi Dong, in this state, wasn't staying in Spirit City, but instead had come to Heaven Dou City, to her Moonlight Pavilion, for what purpose?
Has something happened to the Clear Sky Sect again?
Seeing Tang Yuehua's tense and apprehensive expression, Nan Feng stopped swinging his legs, tilted his head, and looked at her with a puzzled expression in his purple eyes:
"Strangeness."
Nan Feng pointed to her innocent-looking, childlike face, "I look so cute right now, and my disguise is so perfect, how did you recognize me at a glance?"
Upon hearing this question, Tang Yuehua bit her lower lip tightly, recalling the humiliation and fear of being at the mercy of others three years ago.
She looked at the "devil" before her, her voice trembling slightly, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, yet also revealing a sense of grievance and helplessness, as if she were under someone's roof and had no choice but to bow her head.
" Your His Holiness the Pope... is exceptionally talented and possesses extraordinary abilities. How could Yuehua possibly forget the mark you have left on her heart?"
Seeing the usually dignified, noble, and arrogant Lady Yue now looking like a wronged little pushover who dared not retaliate, Nan Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, Lady Yue, your expression is as amusing as ever."
Nan Feng jumped down from the large chair.
The instant his feet touched the ground.
"Buzz--"
A dense, purplish-black light burst forth from his small body, enveloping him entirely.
To Tang Yuehua's astonishment, the ball of light rapidly rose and lengthened. In the blink of an eye, when the light dissipated, the exquisitely beautiful little girl had vanished.
Instead, there was a tall, slender, and stunningly beautiful adult " Bibi Dong " who exuded a mature and extremely dangerous aura.
Nan Feng walked gracefully towards Tang Yuehua.
Seeing Tang Yuehua's pupils constrict and her eyelashes tremble slightly, Nan Feng reached out and, just like on that night three years ago when Tang Yuehua was filled with despair, forcefully and irresistibly grabbed her slender waist, pulling the noble and elegant mistress of the Moonlight Pavilion into his arms.
Feeling the beauty in his arms stiffen instantly, Nan Feng lowered his head, brought his warm breath to her earlobe, and whispered:
"Three years have passed."
"Madam Yue, how have you been lately?"