Dawn gradually broke.
After dealing with Hu Liena, Bibi Dong returned to the bedroom and was now honoring her earlier "promise."
Her long hair spilled across the pillow, slightly damp with sweat. A few strands clung to her temples, swaying back and forth with her movements.
Zhao Linchuan's voice was restrained:
"Dong'er, what was so important that you had to talk for two to four hours?"
"It, it was about the Star Luo Empire..." Bibi Dong leaned forward, both hands braced against the bed, her voice rising and falling. "According to the reports from Star Luo..."
"Large numbers of Clear Sky Sect disciples have been active in the Star Luo Empire..."
"The Clear Sky Sect?" Zhao Linchuan mulled over the name, his movements coming to a halt.
His brows knitted, and a cold gleam flashed through his eyes.
The Clear Sky Sect-those people had hidden away for over a decade without showing their faces. After Tang Hao brought a catastrophe crashing down on them all those years ago, the entire sect had been forced to seal off its mountain to protect itself. Since then, it had been as if they had vanished from the world.
Why had they suddenly surfaced now?
"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong turned her head slightly, her eyes glistening as she narrowed them alluringly. "Are you tired?"
"It's nothing."
Zhao Linchuan paused for a moment, then continued cultivating, his voice a little deeper than before.
He wondered whether the Clear Sky Sect's sudden activity in the Star Luo Empire had anything to do with the approaching Soul Master Tournament.
What were they planning?
After thinking it over, Zhao Linchuan slowly spoke:
"By the way, Dong'er, does your Spirit Hall treasury have any ten-year Spirit Bones?"
"Uh..." Bibi Dong could not help rolling her eyes, her voice weak.