Calm? How Can You Make Me Calm?

Looking at Hu Liena's reddened eyes, Nan Feng sighed inwardly.

In the end, he still headed toward the Pope Palace.

For no other reason than this: although he hoped Bibi Dong could break free from the cage in her heart on her own, safety came first. If this woman really stewed herself into something seriously wrong, he would be the one left dealing with the trouble.

Nan Feng silently passed through layer after layer of guards and arrived before the secret chamber door deep within Bibi Dong's bedchamber.

He knew that his disguise concealing his aura was utterly pointless.

As long as he drew near, Bibi Dong would definitely sense his presence through the bond of the Soul Blood Pact, one that ran deep into their very bones.

Standing outside the icy stone door, Nan Feng tried releasing his spiritual power to sense what was happening inside.

The result was utter silence. He could sense nothing.

"Did she enter the Rakshasa Secret Realm again?" Nan Feng frowned slightly.

Although the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud had trapped him inside this energy avatar, it had also conveniently severed the Rakshasa Evil Thought's erosion of his soul.

Even if Bibi Dong was currently soaking in the evil-thought pool of the Rakshasa Secret Realm, he felt nothing at all.

Over the past year, he truly had no idea how this woman had endured it.

Just as Nan Feng was weighing whether to push the door open and take a look, a cold wind laced with bone-piercing chill and dead silence blew over from behind him without warning.

"What are you doing here?"

Cold, hoarse, and carrying a lifelessness that kept everyone at arm's length.

Nan Feng turned around.

In the dark corridor, Bibi Dong stood in a black robe, her entire body wreathed in