Boom—!
Those words exploded in Bibi Dong's mind like a bolt of thunder.
Her pupils contracted sharply in that instant.
He knew?
How could he know?!
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in the blink of an eye, but her face remained as cold as ever.
She couldn't admit it.
Absolutely not.
As things stood, she was still far weaker than the old man before her.
If she admitted it, she would be doomed.
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
Bibi Dong's voice held not a ripple.
She looked away and turned toward her secret chamber.
"If the Grand Consecrated Elder has nothing else to discuss, I'm going into seclusion."
It was a dismissal.
And an escape.
"Stop."
A hint of tension had crept into Qian Daoliu's voice.
Bibi Dong didn't stop walking.
"Bibi Dong!"
Qian Daoliu raised his voice.
"Is there something you're hiding from me?"
But the only answer was Bibi Dong's resolute retreating figure.
"Bang."
The stone door of the secret chamber slammed shut behind her, cutting off everything.
Qian Daoliu stood quietly where he was, gazing at the closed stone door, his expression unreadable.
She was feeling guilty.
The stone door of the secret chamber closed with a heavy thud.
As if it had shut out two separate worlds.
Bibi Dong leaned against the cold stone door.
She slowly slid down to the floor, not caring in the least how cold and hard the stone tiles were.
Her purple silk nightgown was soaked through with cold sweat and clung tightly to her shapely curves, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.
The hem of her nightgown had ridden up as she sat, revealing a pair of long, straight, flawless legs and feet as exquisite as carved white jade, their rounded toes tinged a faint pink.
Bibi Dong