"All right."
Zhao Linchuan swept her up into his arms.
Bibi Dong gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest and not daring to look up.
"Today, I'm going to your place and making sure you're thoroughly satisfied."
"Let's go..."
Bibi Dong buried her head against Zhao Linchuan's chest, her voice muffled and tinged with shyness.
"Don't let anyone see us..."
"So what if they do? I'm carrying my own wife. Who's got a problem with that?"
With that, Zhao Linchuan carried her off toward Saintess Hall in long strides.
Elsewhere.
At the Clear Sky Sect's residence.
The hall was brightly lit by candlelight, and the atmosphere was heavy.
Tang Zhen sat in the seat of honor, his face as dark as a thundercloud.
Yu Yuanzhen sat to his left, brows tightly furrowed. He had held his teacup for ages without taking a sip.
Ning Fengzhi sat to his right, his expression calm and gentle.
Chen Xin sat beside Ning Fengzhi, eyes closed and silent, like a statue.
In the middle of the hall, the brothers Tang Hao and Tang Xiao stood with their hands at their sides, heads bowed, saying nothing.
Silence. A long, drawn-out silence.
The candle flames swayed gently in the night breeze, casting the men's shadows on the walls. They grew and shrank, flickering in and out.
"Alas..."
Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, breaking the silence.
He lifted his head and glanced from Tang Zhen to Yu Yuanzhen, then spoke in a deliberately mournful tone:
"If only the Clear Sky Douluo were still here."
"If he were, perhaps we could try negotiating with Spirit Hall and trade for their secret method of absorbing Soul Rings beyond one's limits."
"Back then, the Clear Sky Douluo defeated Qian Daoliu with his