Bo Saixi's Satisfaction

The corridor was silent, save for the crisp, rhythmic tapping of her high heels against the floor, which seemed to beat in time with her chaotic heartbeat.

The closer she drew to Li Qing's room, the more her pace slowed of its own accord, a thin sheen of sweat even beginning to bead on her palms.

This sensation was both foreign and vexing to her.

Finally, she stood before that familiar door. After a moment's hesitation, Bo Saixi raised her hand and gently pushed it open.

Inside the room, Li Qing was sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, seemingly having just finished his practice.

Hearing the door open, he opened his eyes and looked over.

When he saw the familiar red figure at the entrance, a flash of obvious surprise crossed his eyes, followed immediately by a brilliant smile spreading across his lips.

"Big Sister? You've finally decided to come see me?" The youth's voice was clear and carried undisguised delight, as if he had completely forgotten the marriage proposal farce from a month ago that had sent Bo Saixi fleeing in a panic.

Yet, this address of "Big Sister" and that familiar smile acted like a key, instantly throwing open the floodgates of the emotions Bo Saixi had been struggling to suppress.

Feeling her cheeks heating up again, she quickly averted her gaze, not daring to meet Li Qing's overly bright eyes. She kept her voice as steady as possible, even injecting a deliberate sense of distance:

"Qian Daoliu has arrived on Sea God Island with his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, and they are on their way to the Sea God Hall. You... prepare yourself and follow me to the main hall to wait."

She spoke faster than usual, and once finished, she turned to leave this unsettling place immediately, as if something terrible would happen if she stayed a second longer.

However, just as she was about to step out of the room, Li Qing's voice, tinged with a hint of teasing and inquiry, drifted from behind her:

"Big Sister, have you... been avoiding me all this time?"

"!"

Bo Saixi's delicate body shuddered violently, as if struck by a faint electric current.

She wanted to deny it immediately, to rebuke him for his nonsense with an authoritative tone, but the words that tumbled out were laced with a tremor and a guilty conscience she hadn't even realized she possessed:

"W-who is avoiding you! I... I have simply been busy with many affairs on the island lately, that is all!"

She didn't even dare to look back, fearing Li Qing might discern the truth from her face, and urged him on with even greater haste: "Hurry up and get ready, do not keep our guests waiting!"

With that, she practically fled the room, the hem of her red robes fluttering from her rapid strides as she vanished around the corner of the corridor.

Her retreating figure looked, by any measure, like a panicked escape.

Only when she was thoroughly distanced from Li Qing's room did Bo Saixi lean against the cold stone wall, catching her breath.

She raised a hand to touch her burning cheeks, a deep sense of powerlessness and shame rising within her.

She, Bo Saixi, the supreme High Priestess of Sea God Island, a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo who had lived for over a century—what had she not seen?

Facing the might of the Martial Soul Hall's army, she could remain unmoved.

Facing the deep affection of Tang Chen or the admiration of Qian Daoliu, she could remain indifferent.

Yet now, she had been driven to such a wretched state, fleeing in a panic, by a simple question from a twelve-year-old boy?

This was nothing short of... a supreme humiliation!

She swore to herself that even when she had faced the pursuits and rivalries of two Peerless Douluos, Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen, she had never been this flustered or at a loss!

What kind of magic did that brat possess?

After finally calming her turbulent emotions, Bo Saixi composed herself and resumed her dignified gait, heading toward the main hall of the Sea God Hall.

She had to welcome the guests from Martial Soul Hall in the main hall with the most perfect posture, especially... that young girl who might become Li Qing's fiancée.

As she stepped into the vast, magnificent main hall and stood beneath the giant statue of the Sea God, struggling to make her state of mind as calm as the ocean before her, the gentle yet undeniably imposing voice of Qian Daoliu drifted in from outside:

"The High Priestess of Sea God Island, Qian Daoliu, brings his granddaughter Qian Renxue to pay a visit."

What was meant to come had finally arrived.

Bo Saixi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all distracting thoughts, and her beautiful face regained its customary serenity and majesty.

With a light wave of her right hand, a gentle yet vast surge of Soul Power flowed out, causing the heavy doors of the Sea God Hall to slide open silently, revealing the golden sunlight outside and the two figures standing within it.

Her gaze fell first upon Qian Daoliu in the front.

This old rival and old friend still wore his usual air of detachment and unfathomable depth.

She nodded slightly to him, acknowledging his presence.

However, when her gaze moved past Qian Daoliu to the graceful young girl standing half a step behind him, even with the experience and temperament Bo Saixi had honed over a century, she could not help but let a flash of undisguised astonishment cross her eyes.

The girl appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall, slender figure and perfect, impeccable proportions.

She wore a well-tailored long dress, simple and elegant in style, which perfectly accentuated her slim waist and the exquisite, graceful curves of her frame.

A light gauze cape of the same color draped over her shoulders, fluttering slightly in the breeze, adding to her ethereal and otherworldly air.

Most striking was her brilliant golden hair, which looked as if it had been woven from sunlight. It was styled simply, held loosely at the back of her head by a plain white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling against her neck, making her already snow-white skin appear even more translucent.

Her features were exquisite to the extreme; it was as if the gods had meticulously carved them, with every line perfectly placed to form a breathtaking beauty.

Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like violets drenched in dew, her nose delicate and straight, her lips the color of cherry blossoms, and her skin so fine it seemed it would break at a touch.

She stood there quietly, naturally radiating a noble, holy, and otherworldly aura. Her violet eyes, in particular, were deep and mysterious, as if they contained a sea of stars. In her gaze, one could see both the clarity of a young girl and a subtle, calm majesty born of one accustomed to high status.

This was not merely physical beauty, but a unique charm and elegance derived from her bloodline, her Martial Soul, and her own experiences.

In terms of appearance, she was in no way inferior to Bo Saixi, and perhaps even possessed a more heart-stopping allure due to the vitality of her youth and the sanctity brought by her Angel Martial Soul.

In terms of temperament, she was noble and holy, while Bo Saixi was elegant and divine; each had their own unique merits.

Bo Saixi's gaze lingered on Qian Renxue for a moment, and she couldn't help but nod to herself.

As expected of Qian Daoliu's granddaughter, the possessor of the Angel bloodline. Such appearance, such temperament, such talent... she is truly peerless in this world.

More importantly, the moment she saw Qian Renxue, the heavy stone that had been weighing on Bo Saixi's heart seemed to lift just a little.

Such an outstanding woman, no matter how one looked at it, was more than enough to be a match for that little monster, Li Qing.

As long as Li Qing saw her, he would surely be captivated, and by then, that brat should finally be able to shift those messy thoughts away from her, right?

Thinking of this, Bo Saixi's mood inexplicably lightened, and she even felt a faint sense of relief.

A flawless, dignified smile—befitting the High Priestess of Sea God Island—appeared on her face. She gestured for the two people outside the door to enter, her ethereal and melodious voice echoing through the great hall:

"You two have traveled from afar, and I have failed to welcome you properly. Please, come in."