Spirit City, the Pope Palace.
Having finished a day's administrative duties, Bibi Dong set down the documents in her hands and stretched comfortably.
Her papal robes pulled taut with the movement, perfectly outlining her tall, voluptuous figure.
Ever since she completed the seventh trial, the nourishment of Rakshasa divine power seemed to have made Dongzi's distinctive widowed allure even richer.
Even Qian Renxue, who had already shed her youthful innocence, fell slightly short of that mature womanly charm.
From questioning the Chancellor to learning from the Chancellor.
This was proof of a man's journey toward maturity!
The Jian'an Spirit endured to this day; the Wei Wu Legacy would live on forever.
Unfortunately, despite having lived two lives, Lin Nuo had always remained as pure as ice and jade.
Otherwise, how could he have let such a beauty down?
"Judging by the time, Nana should be finishing her training in Slaughter City soon."
"That girl's cultivation should be just about at the threshold of Soul Emperor by now, shouldn't it?"
Thinking of her beloved disciple, Bibi Dong gradually broke into a satisfied smile.
She believed Hu Liena must have worked hard at her cultivation over these past three years.
After spending so much time together, surely she had seen that little thief Lin Nuo's true colors and realized he was absolutely no suitable match.
Surely a disciple she had taught herself could not lack even that much discernment?
She, Bibi Dong, was not only a sweetheart when it came to cultivation, but surely a sweetheart when it came to teaching disciples too!
"Bibi Dong, I have some good news for you."
Just then, the Rakshasa God's voice suddenly rang out in her mind.
"Rakshasa, what do you want this time?"
Bibi Dong put away her smile, her tone carrying a hint