Honest! Brave! Kind! Tolerant! Humble!

Evening arrived.

Qian Xunji had originally planned to have Qian Renxue apologize tomorrow, but she simply did not have that kind of patience.

Her mind was filled with the image of Nan Feng tearfully complaining to Bibi Dong. Afraid that this mysterious brat would embellish the story and falsely accuse her again, she insisted on settling the matter tonight.

Qian Xunji could not refuse her. Since he also happened to want to see Bibi Dong, he could only accompany her over that very night.

At this moment, in the back garden of the Saintess Palace.

Moonlight flowed like water.

Nan Feng was lounging comfortably in the Spider Silk hammock he had woven that morning, basking in the moonlight.

After surviving for decades in that dark, sunless hellhole called Hell Road, even ordinary stars and moonlight seemed incredibly rare and beautiful to Nan Feng, let alone sunlight.

However, his leisure did not last long.

A fragrant breeze swept over him.

Without a word, Bibi Dong walked straight to the hammock and lifted him up like a kitten.

Then she lay down in it herself, pressed Nan Feng into her arms, and watched the moon with him.

Nan Feng struggled helplessly. "What are you doing?"

"Basking in the moonlight." Bibi Dong's tone was relaxed.

Although she had only spent two years in the Capital of Slaughter, she had always operated in its upper levels, her nerves tense every day.

Later, the Rakshasa Evil Thought had found her, filling her mind with overwhelming hatred that churned constantly. She had barely had a moment to breathe.

It was not until she met Nan Feng and received a round of physical and mental stimulation from him that her mind finally cleared and calmed down.

Now that she was back in the cage known as Spirit Hall, she was actually deeply resistant to it.

Yet when she was beside Nan Feng, she could truly relax.

Because she knew that this old monster could not only protect her, but would never harm her.

Even after that "sobering lesson" during the day, Bibi Dong did not find him any more objectionable. Instead, she trusted him more.

Because she could tell that while Nan Feng wanted her to believe him, there was also a deep-seated impatience in him, as though he found trouble bothersome. He did not want her to become too clingy or too dependent on him.

It was precisely that faint disdain, that sense of distance, which made her feel safe.

Whatever he wanted, at least so far, he had not harmed her in the slightest.

"If you want to bask in the moonlight, go find yourself a lounge chair, or spin some silk and make one."

Nan Feng rolled his eyes. "Why are you stealing mine?"

"Your hammock is comfortable." Bibi Dong said it as though it were perfectly natural.

"Then why are you holding me?" Nan Feng was even more speechless.

"The hammock is only this big. It's not like I can kick you off." Bibi Dong casually ruffled his hair. "I'll only lie here for a while. We can squeeze in."

Nan Feng raised his head with a strange look on his face. "Don't tell me you think of me as a pet?"

He was well aware of what he looked like!

Fluffy black hair, mismatched purple and green eyes, and a face like a porcelain doll—at night, didn't he look just like an oversized cat with odd-colored eyes?

Bibi Dong lowered her head. Seeing how guarded he looked, she could not help reaching out to knead his cheek again. "How could that be? I still respect you very much."

The corner of Nan Feng's eye twitched. "But your actions are not convincing at all!"

"I'm cultivating our rapport."

Not only did Bibi Dong refuse to let go, she hugged him even tighter.

"You're my dear little brother now. If I showed hesitation or unfamiliarity over even this basic physical contact in front of others, wouldn't that easily arouse suspicion? I'll get used to it now, and you should get used to it too."

Nan Feng looked skeptical. "Are you sure?"

Bibi Dong blinked innocently. "Are you doubting me?"

Nan Feng's mouth twitched. "How did you become just like me so quickly?"

Bibi Dong chuckled softly. "You taught me well."

"You don't learn the good things, only this stuff." Nan Feng curled his lip.

"The good things?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "What good things do you have?"

Nan Feng puffed out his little chest and said solemnly, "I possess humanity's five most dazzling virtues: Honesty! Bravery! Kindness! Tolerance! Humility!"

The smile on Bibi Dong's face instantly froze, and the corner of her eye twitched wildly. "Can you have even a little shame? What do any of those words have to do with you?"

"How do they not?"

Nan Feng began counting them off indignantly.

"During the day, I voluntarily confessed my mental suggestion and deception toward you. I didn't keep you in the dark forever. Isn't that honesty?"

"I'm only five or six years old, yet I dared to single-handedly kidnap and rob noble Soul Masters from Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Isn't that bravery?"

"Ever since we met, I've been your understanding big brother and taught you common knowledge about the God Realm. Haven't I always cared about you? Isn't that kindness?"

"You little girl keep talking back to me with no respect, and you even pinched my face just now. Yet I, a mighty Ultimate Douluo, didn't slap you to death. Isn't that tolerance?"

"Finally, I'm such an awesome, invincible god candidate, yet I can restrain my aura so you don't feel afraid or repulsed in my arms, and even dare to joke with me... Isn't that humility?!"

After that smooth barrage of twisted logic, Bibi Dong was actually left speechless.

This old monster's mouth could turn black into white!

Just as Bibi Dong took a deep breath and prepared to refute him.

Nan Feng, who had been bickering with her moments ago, suddenly obediently lay against her chest and buried his pink little face in her embrace.

Bibi Dong's body trembled. Just as she was about to ask what he was up to.

A sacred aura that was familiar to her and made her physically sick appeared silently in the back garden.

Qian Xunji led Qian Renxue out from the shadows of the distant trees.

Bibi Dong's gaze instantly turned cold.

Holding Nan Feng, she sat up from the hammock. Her voice did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Teacher, is there something you need at this late hour?"

Following behind Qian Xunji, Qian Renxue immediately saw Nan Feng being held by Bibi Dong as they watched the stars together.

An indescribable jealousy surged into her heart. She gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at the boy.

Nan Feng only secretly glanced at them, then, like a frightened little animal, buried his head even deeper into Bibi Dong's chest.

Qian Xunji smiled gently, breaking the stalemate. "I brought Xue'er to see you. During the day, Xue'er was somewhat rash and frightened this child. She wants to apologize."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and stepped forward carrying an exquisite white gift box.

Bibi Dong gave her a cold glance, then jumped down from the hammock with Nan Feng in her arms and placed him behind herself protectively.

She looked at Qian Xunji and flatly refused. "There's no need to apologize. He fell because he was timid. It had nothing to do with Qian Renxue."

A strange gleam flashed through Qian Xunji's eyes, but he remained unhurried. "Matters between children should not be overly interfered with by us elders, should they?"

"You were gone for nearly two years, and I still haven't asked in detail about what happened to you in the Capital of Slaughter. Besides, Spirit Hall has had some matters arise recently... Come to the front hall and talk with me."

Qian Xunji glanced at the two children. "We'll leave this place to Xue'er and him."

Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to refuse. There was no way she would leave Nan Feng here alone.

However, a little hand behind her gently squeezed her palm.

Bibi Dong's words caught in her throat. In the end, she nodded in agreement.

She crouched down, rubbed Nan Feng's head, and told him to stay here and not run around. Then, with a cold expression, she left the garden with Qian Xunji.

As the adults departed, the garden fell quiet.

Holding the box, Qian Renxue took a deep breath and walked up to Nan Feng.

"Um..."

She bit her lip, her tone somewhat awkward.

"About earlier, by the hammock... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Nan Feng did not speak. He only raised his head slightly and stared directly at her with those large, mismatched eyes that carried a trace of fear.

Under that gaze, Qian Renxue could no longer quite maintain the haughty posture she had prepared. Her expression became somewhat unnatural.

"I really didn't mean to."

She simply thrust the white gift box in her hand toward Nan Feng and forced herself to sound imposing.

"This is a gift I prepared for you. If you accept it, then you're not allowed to be mad at me!"