Who says I don't keep my word?

Bibi Dong tilted her face up, her cheeks flushed like a drunken sunset, and looked at Lin Feng with her amethyst-like eyes, which were filled with uncertain anticipation.

After asking the question, as if to bolster her courage, she picked up the remaining half-glass of chilled beer on the table with trembling hands, tilted her head back, and poured the golden liquid down her beautiful jawline in one gulp.

"Hiccup~~"

A louder and longer burp than before, carrying a rich malty aroma and her unique body scent, was released without reservation.

This seemed to completely shatter her last bulwark of reason.

Bibi Dong's eyes were completely glazed over.

As if she had made some earth-shattering decision, her face showed a resolute, almost tragic determination, and she spoke boldly once again.

"Tonight... I will definitely... hiccup~ give you a... an unforgettable night."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on Zhu Zhuyun and Hu Liena's faces across the table instantly turned extremely ugly.

They wanted to rush up and tear that shameless, drunken woman off Lin Feng.

But they sadly discovered that they were powerless to do anything about it.

Regardless of their status, position, or strength, any resistance they offered seemed utterly pale and laughable before the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

At this moment, Bibi Dong had no eyes for anyone else but Lin Feng.

She clung tightly to Lin Feng's arm, hanging entirely on him, and was dragged unsteadily toward the second floor of the Maple Dye Pavilion.

Those steps were unsteady, yet unwavering.

"Come on, come on... I can't wait any longer..."

As she dragged Lin Feng along, she mumbled incoherently, her voice filled with barely suppressed urgency and longing.

"You have no idea... how long I've been waiting for this day..."

However, whether it was because she got up too quickly or because the beer she drank in a row was too strong, the alcohol ran rampant in her mind like a wild horse.

Bibi Dong had just taken a step when the alcohol suddenly hit her hard, causing her to feel dizzy and her legs to give way.

She only managed a short gasp before she lost control and fell straight backward.

Soft.

This was Bibi Dong's first thought upon regaining consciousness.

The mattress beneath her felt like a cloud woven from Swan, gently enveloping her entire body.

"Hmm..."

She let out a soft groan and slowly opened her heavy eyelids.

What came into view was not the familiar, extremely luxurious and majestic Pope's Bedchamber.

Instead, it was an unfamiliar room with a simple style yet exquisite details.

The hangover headache came in waves, but what alarmed her even more was the gap in her memory.

She only remembered drinking a lot of alcohol, and then... then what happened?

Just then, a slight rustling sound of fabric came from beside me.

Bibi Dong subconsciously turned her head away.

Moonlight streamed through the windowpane, casting a soft glow.

She saw it.

She saw the man she would do anything to throw herself into his arms, who was now covering her with a blanket.

Then, he turned his back to her and prepared to leave.

That figure, upright and composed, yet also carrying a sense of detachment as it was about to depart.

"Don't go!"

Bibi Dong practically fell off the bed!

She didn't even bother with her bruised knees, and stumbled forward with her bare, snow-white, delicate feet exposed.

Just before Lin Feng was about to step out of the room, she grabbed him from behind with all her might and hugged him tightly!

Her soft, delicate body pressed tightly against his broad back, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her forehead gently rested against his back.

Warm tears, no longer able to be held back, fell to the floor.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

He could clearly feel the body behind him trembling violently.

"Don't go..."

Bibi Dong's voice was thick with nasal tones and filled with pleading.

She was like a drowning person, clinging to the last piece of driftwood, using all her strength, afraid that if she let go, she would fall into an endless abyss.

"Lin Feng..."

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, every word tinged with sobs.

"You clearly... you clearly intended to give me the 'first string'..."

"You can't... you can't break your promise..."

What she said was incoherent and illogical.

But Lin Feng understood.

She neither spoke nor moved.

He stood there quietly, letting this woman, who stood at the pinnacle of power in the Douluo Continent, weep silently behind him like a helpless child.

For a long time.

Only after the trembling of the delicate body behind him subsided did Lin Feng slowly turn around.

Bibi Dong subconsciously let go of his hand, staggered back a step, and looked at him with teary eyes.

Under the moonlight, her long hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and her usually dignified and beautiful face was now covered with tear stains. Her amethyst eyes were red and swollen, filled with grievance and unease.

Lin Feng looked down at her, and suddenly smiled.

He reached out and gently wiped away the remaining tears on her cheek with his fingertips.

The movement was very light and gentle.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened abruptly, letting his fingers trace her face, and she even stopped breathing.

Lin Feng leaned close to Bibi Dong's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, giving her goosebumps.

"Who said..."

"You broke your promise?"

The next day.

The sun's rays had just pierced through the morning mist of Spirit City.

While the vast majority of residents were still asleep, the huge square in the Pope Palace was already filled with a somber atmosphere.

The cold iron armor reflected the faint light of the rising sun; a hundred-strong Spirit Hall Knights had already assembled.

The horses beneath them were not ordinary warhorses, but horse-shaped Soul Beast that had been specially trained and whose eyes gleamed with ferocity.

Each knight exuded a calm and composed aura, with Soul Power fluctuations at least at the Soul Ancestor level. The leading captains were even more powerful Soul Emperors.

Their task today was simply to escort a prison van.

A prison van forged from sunken silver, resembling a mobile fortress.

"Creak--"

The heavy iron doors of the prison van were pulled open.

Two knights, expressionless, carried a stinking, humanoid piece of trash and roughly threw him inside.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

After fermenting overnight, the rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs mixed with mud on his body had formed a hard shell, emitting a nauseating sour and putrid smell.

His eyes were murky and filled with resentment as he stared intently at the magnificent Pope Palace at the end of the square, a low growl emanating from his throat like that of a wild beast.

"Bibi Dong!"

"You bitch!!"

"Smack!"

The leading knight captain lashed his whip sheath against the iron bars of the prison cart, sending sparks flying.

"If you dare to make another sound, I'll cut out your tongue."

The man's voice was devoid of warmth, and his gaze was as if he were looking at a pile of rotting garbage.

Yu Xiaogang trembled, the courage that had come from his anger vanished instantly, and he curled up in the corner of the prison van, not daring to utter another word.

But the resentment in his heart was growing wildly.

He hated Bibi Dong, he hated her heartlessness!

He hated the one who called him that, the culprit who made him a laughingstock across the entire continent!

He even hated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his aloof father, and the Clear Sky Douluo who promised to protect him—why didn't they come to save him!

He hates everyone!

He felt like the whole world had wronged him!

"Set off!"

At the captain's command, the heavy prison cart began to slowly roll, and escorted by a hundred armored knights, it drove away from Spirit City.

Instead of taking the official road, they chose an extremely remote and rugged mountain path.

The end of this road— Blackstone Fortress.

The rugged mountain road was extremely bumpy.

Inside the prison van, Yu Xiaogang was shaken so much that he felt dizzy and nauseous. The smell of rotten vegetables and sour saliva made him want to vomit.

He huddled in the corner, his resentful eyes flashing in the darkness, like a wounded lone wolf.

The convoy traveled through the silent mountains and forests, with only the crunching of wheels over gravel and the heavy breathing of the Soul Beast mounts.

Sudden.

"Whoa--"

The leading knight captain suddenly tightened the reins, and the Soul Beast warhorse beneath him pawed restlessly, emitting a series of agitated breaths.

"Stop!"

The captain roared, his sharp gaze sweeping across the silent forest ahead like a hawk's, his right hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.