Has Bibi Dong Been Possessed?

Yan had been contemplating how to comfort Lin Ze'an, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately remained silent.

He simply reached out and gave Lin Ze'an's shoulder a gentle pat.

He did not know what to say; it felt as though any words he could offer now would be dreadfully pale.

However, once they caught that damned evil soul master and avenged the little junior's family, he should be able to feel a bit better.

But just then, Lin Ze'an spoke slowly: "I had thought I had no family left in this world..."

"But only yesterday did I learn that I still have one relative in this world—my great-grandfather."

Yan was stunned upon hearing this, his face full of surprise, before he immediately smiled. "Oh? That's a good thing! Who is it?"

The little junior hadn't left Spirit Hall since he arrived, so he must be someone nearby, right?

Lin Ze'an did not answer his question, instead looking up at the night sky, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he said:

"These feelings are quite complicated. After the initial excitement, I don't know how to face this sudden appearance of kinship."

Master... this wasn't the sort of thing he could discuss with him. After thinking it over, Yan was the only one he knew well enough to talk to.

His mother, who existed only in the words of others and his own longing; his grandfather, who had left not a single word behind in the long river of time... and now, his great-grandfather.

As Yan listened to Lin Ze'an's story, the smile that had been on his face gradually faded.

He was silent for a moment, then gave a bitter laugh. "Little junior, I don't know how to answer that question for you."

"I have no family; I was adopted by Spirit Hall when I was a child."

Lin Ze'an was slightly taken aback. He had forgotten about that... wasn't this just twisting the knife in someone else's heart?

He was just about to apologize when he saw Yan tilt his head slightly. The moonlight spilled onto his well-defined profile, casting faint shadows.

"I've been in Spirit Hall for as long as I can remember. No one ever told me who my parents were, and no one ever mentioned that I had any other relatives."

"From the moment I was adopted, Spirit Hall became my home, and the teachers became my elders."

Yan let out a soft breath, his gaze refocusing on Lin Ze'an. "But I think that if I still had family in this world, I would be very happy."

He smiled, looking somewhat wistful as he said, "Just imagine, if someone suddenly told me I still had parents, or brothers and sisters."

"That they hadn't passed away, but were just caring for me from some unknown place, and we had only been separated by some circumstance—how wonderful that would be."

"But that's just my fantasy. After all these years, I've long since grown accustomed to a life without family."

"Spirit Hall gave me everything—my power, my future. I will fight for Spirit Hall for the rest of my life, even if it costs me this very existence."

He paused, looked at Lin Ze'an, and offered a sincere blessing: "But you are different, little junior. You found your family; that is a very precious bond."

"Perhaps you feel confused or even uneasy at first, but please believe me, the bond of blood is one of the most precious things in this world."

Hearing this, Lin Ze'an did not speak, only watching Yan's somewhat lonely expression in silence.

He sighed, stood up, walked over to Yan, and gave him a light hug. "Thank you."

A few days later, inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong sat upright on the high papal throne.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at Lin Ze'an who was sitting below, a flash of complexity in her eyes.

"I never expected you to have such a relationship with the Second Elder."

At these words, Lin Ze'an was slightly stunned, but before he could answer, Bibi Dong continued: "However, this Seat must thank you for giving Nana and the others those immortal herbs."

Lin Ze'an stood up and bowed to her. "Your Majesty, there is no need for such courtesy."

"They are my future teammates and the future of Spirit Hall. I am also a member of Spirit Hall; it was only right."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

She waved her hand, and an exquisite token flew slowly toward Lin Ze'an.

Lin Ze'an caught the token in confusion.

When he looked down and saw the design of the token, he couldn't help but be startled. "An Elder Token?"

Bibi Dong said with a hint of a headache: "The Great Elder and the Second Elder came to see me, intending to make you the Holy Son of Spirit Hall."

"However, you haven't been in Spirit Hall long and your seniority is still shallow, so it was ultimately decided to promote you to Elder as an exception."

Did she not know what that old thing Qian Daoliu was thinking? Trying to use his connection with Golden Crocodile and Lin Ze'an to win this boy over—ridiculous.

Hearing this, Lin Ze'an looked up, staring at Bibi Dong in surprise.

Huh? This plot wasn't right, was it?

Just as he was feeling astonished, Bibi Dong continued: "This is an Elder Token. From today on, you shall enjoy the same status and rights as Yue Guan and the others."

She paused. "However, since you have not yet become a Titled Douluo and lack a title, you need not manage any of the palace's affairs. Focusing on your cultivation is your primary task."

Lin Ze'an nodded and bowed to Bibi Dong. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will certainly exercise self-restraint and never abuse my authority."

Bibi Dong gave an affirmative hum and waved her hand again, causing a brilliant, colorful light to bloom within the hall.

After the light faded slightly, a soul bone emitting a strange radiance hovered in mid-air.

She stood up slowly, walked down from the throne herself, and came to stand before Lin Ze'an.

The spirit bone followed her movement, finally coming to a rest in front of Lin Ze'an.

"This is the reward from This Seat for your offering of the immortal herb. A sixty-thousand-year plant-type skull bone."

As she spoke, as if to prevent Lin Ze'an from overthinking, she added, "Its effect should lean toward spirit power recovery; it is not suitable for your master, but it is just right for you."

Lin Ze'an took the spirit bone with a bewildered expression, looking at Bibi Dong in confusion.

Uh... what is going on? Has Bibi Dong been possessed by a transmigrator? Is this really her?

Even if I have great potential and she wants to win me over, is such a grand gesture necessary?

But he quickly regained his composure, clutching the spirit bone as he thanked her, "Many thanks for your generous favor, Your Holiness."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, looking at him as she said, "You must cherish it well. A sixty-thousand-year spirit bone is extremely precious, even to This Seat."

After leaving the Pope Palace and walking outside, Lin Ze'an still felt somewhat dazed.

On one hand, he was shocked by Bibi Dong's generosity; on the other, he had not expected a plant-type spirit beast to drop a skull bone.

However, a sixty-thousand-year skull bone conflicted with the one he had traded from Qian Daoliu.

Lin Ze'an pondered for a brief moment, then a flash of inspiration crossed his mind as he looked toward the direction of Yue Guan's palace.

He could not use it, but he could give the fifty-thousand-year one to his master; it just so happened that his master lacked a skull bone.

Moreover, such a precious item as a spirit bone could not be traded anywhere.

Besides, he certainly could not run up to Qian Daoliu and say, "I have a better one, please trade it for another one for me," could he?