Facing Bibi Dong

"Gulp..."

The sound of swallowing saliva was incredibly clear.

Yan was the first to lose his restraint; he grabbed a chicken leg and began to gnaw on it.

Xie Yue hesitated for only a second before he, too, began to eat.

In the end, only Hu Liena's beautiful, wide eyes remained, staring at him in a daze.

He was so handsome, his brows and eyes gentle, his entire being radiating a warmth that put people at ease.

He was like a beam of light that had suddenly shone into the cold, dark place where she had been curled up for so long.

He was so gentle that she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Watching her dazed expression, Poseinan asked in a soft, gentle tone, "What is it? Are you not hungry?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an ill-timed "rumble" emanated from Hu Liena's stomach.

It was crisp and embarrassing.

Hu Liena felt extremely rude and lowered her head in shyness, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.

After all, before their parents passed away, the siblings had been high-level spirit masters, and their upbringing had been quite proper.

This was the first time she had ever been so impolite.

The next second, a warmth covered the top of her head.

Poseinan gently rubbed her hair with his palm and smiled warmly, "Eat up, don't just sit there. Your instructors will be here soon."

Only then did Hu Liena grab a large chicken leg and begin to eat in large bites, completely disregarding her image.

When she finished, she looked up again.

But that person had already vanished, leaving not even a shadow behind.

It was clearly a very warm afternoon.

Yet, Hu Liena felt a faint, inexplicable sadness. "Brother, do you think we will have a chance to see him again?"

Xie Yue comforted her, "We definitely will."

"That's right! He gave me a chicken leg today, and in the future, I, Yan, will repay him ten times over—no, a hundred times! No, that's not right, I'll repay him a thousand times!"

Perhaps even Poseinan himself did not know.

That his momentary, unintentional act.

Would actually plant a seed in the hearts of the three little ones that would influence the next ten, twenty, or even their entire lives.

Just as Poseinan left the Devil Training Camp, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared before him.

"Kid, come with me!"

"Sure, where to?"

Ghost's hand, which had been about to reach out, froze in mid-air.

You're just going to agree so easily?

Not even the slightest intention to resist?

You're making this very difficult for me.

Poseinan looked at him with the gaze one might reserve for a fool. "Sigh, such a handsome uncle, it's a pity that you've developed dementia at such a young age."

Upon hearing the first half, Ghost's old face flushed; after all, this was the first time in so many years that someone had complimented his looks.

But upon hearing the second half, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Fine, fine, so that's how you want to play, is it?

If it weren't for the Pope's urgent summons, he would have made sure this kid learned exactly why the flowers were so red.

He could only glare fiercely at Poseinan. "Follow me!"

Poseinan followed Ghost all the way to the Pope Palace.

At the entrance, Ghost stopped and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "Kid, good luck."

In his eyes, Poseinan was already a dead man.

To dare to deceive the Young Mistress—if he didn't die, who would?

Moreover, as a guard of the Pope Palace, Ghost knew better than anyone just how ruthless that woman, Bibi Dong, truly was.

She would never show mercy just because Poseinan was a child.

Poseinan remained calm and composed as he stepped into the Pope Palace.

The vast Pope Palace was incredibly empty.

Only on the high throne directly ahead sat a stunningly beautiful figure, lounging with effortless grace.

The woman's skin was fairer than snow, her beauty capable of toppling cities, and her slightly curled, wine-red hair was loosely tied beneath a magnificent crown, with a few strands falling against her neck, adding a touch of allure.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and it was unclear whether she was feigning sleep or merely resting. Her long, slender, jade-like legs were crossed casually, a posture that was lazy yet radiated a sacred, inviolable majesty.

Poseinan observed her without a change in expression.

Just as his gaze shifted, a sharp, thunderous shout suddenly echoed through the hall, causing the very air to tremble:

"Audacious!"

"When you see the Pope, why do you not kneel!"

Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, her icy gaze fixed directly upon Poseinan.

Poseinan remained neither humble nor pushy: "I am not a member of Spirit Hall, so why should I kneel to you?"

A mocking and playful smile curled the corners of Bibi Dong's lips: "Oh? So, you are that wild brat the old thing brought back from the outside?"

Poseinan was instantly displeased and retorted on the spot: "Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean 'wild brat'? You big-breasted, brainless bad woman, don't speak so harshly. I have a name, and it's Poseinan!"

As these words left his lips, the atmosphere inside the Pope Palace instantly plummeted to freezing.

Bibi Dong's complexion turned deathly pale, and the air pressure around her plummeted.

Her?

Big-breasted and brainless?

In all her years of living, no one had ever dared to insult her so brazenly.

"Good, good, good—what a sharp-tongued little brat!"

"This Empress will waste no more words on you. Tell me, why did you teach Xue'er those things?"

Bibi Dong revealed her true intentions, no longer bothering to probe Poseinan further.

Poseinan looked indifferent: "I taught her because I wanted to. Is there a need for so many reasons?"

"BOOM!"

Bibi Dong was incensed and slammed her palm heavily onto the table beside her: "Scoundrel! You know full well that is not what this Empress is talking about!"

Poseinan rolled his eyes in annoyance: "She is just a child who has lacked love for years, desperately wanting to know if her mother cares about her. With such a simple wish, what reason did I have to refuse her?"

That short sentence was like a needle.

It gently pierced through the hardened atrium of Bibi Dong's heart.

Her heart stirred; the icy aura surrounding her quietly softened, and her expression gradually eased, revealing a hint of complex emotion.

She had originally assumed that Poseinan was inciting Qian Renxue for some ulterior motive, hoping to gain some benefit through her, but she had never expected such a simple reason.

Bibi Dong's voice tightened slightly as she pressed: "Is that all?"

Poseinan looked at her, speechless, his tone filled with confusion: "What else? Do you think a six-year-old child like me could teach her anything heinous or wicked?"

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip tightly. The image of that young, lonely figure flashed involuntarily through her mind. Past pain, resentment, hesitation, and helplessness surged into her heart, and her chest felt as if it were being gripped by something fierce.

Pain!

It hurt too much!

If only Xue'er were not the daughter of Qian Xunji, but the child of her and Yu Xiaogang...

A single clear tear slid from the corner of her eye.

She turned her face away, her voice raspy with exhaustion: "Go. From now on... do not let her come here again."

Poseinan sighed: "You clearly care so much, yet you insist on putting on this cold, heartless facade. Why torture yourself?"

"Silence! What could you possibly understand?"

This sentence completely enraged Bibi Dong.

Her voice resounded throughout the entire Pope Palace.

The terrifying aura of a Soul Master erupted from her without reservation, and the extreme pressure, like a surging tide, instantly flooded every corner of the hall.

The air seemed to solidify.

The maids standing at the entrance began to tremble.

Poseinan felt a heavy force pressing down upon him; his legs went weak, and he was forced to crouch, his face turning slightly pale.

Outside the door, Ghost felt the terrifying aura within the hall and couldn't help but shiver, clicking his tongue in secret: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this little brat is going to be in real trouble now!"

However, just as everyone expected Poseinan to kneel and beg for mercy, he gritted his teeth, braced his hands against the floor, and, defying the world-shattering pressure, stood back up, inch by inch.