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Liu Erlong followed the direction of Dai Tianfeng's finger and looked over.

After just one glance, she abruptly whipped her head back and glared viciously at Dai Tianfeng.

"Fuck off! Stop getting in my way!"

She spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, her voice slurred from her severely swollen cheek.

"You don't even know how to make a believable lie! That old woman Bibi Dong is about the same age as me! How could she possibly be some young girl?!"

The trace of goodwill on Dai Tianfeng's face instantly darkened.

Fine.

So much for good intentions.

You wouldn't listen, huh?

Then just wait to die!

Just then.

Bibi Dong, the young girl Liu Erlong had kept calling a "little girl," finally couldn't stand it any longer.

She gave a soft cough and sat up straight from Lin Feng's embrace. The authority that had once belonged to the Pope returned to her at that moment.

Those amethyst-like eyes looked down upon Liu Erlong.

"Liu Erlong."

Her voice carried a trace of mockery, yet it rang clearly throughout the entire restaurant.

"I am Bibi Dong."

Liu Erlong knew that voice better than anyone.

Her whole body stiffened. She turned her head in astonishment and stared fixedly at the girl nestled in Lin Feng's arms.

But compared to shock, there was even more confusion in her eyes.

How was that possible?

That voice was undoubtedly Bibi Dong's, but that face... was far too young!

Seeing Liu Erlong's expression that plainly said, "Do you take me for an idiot?" Ning Fengzhi sighed, set down his chopsticks, rose to his feet, and gave her a slight nod.

"Dean Liu, this one... is indeed Her Holiness the Pope."

Who was Ning Fengzhi?

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned among the