Your Highness the Holy Son... You're the Most Terrifying Poison in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!

Dugu Bo's vision went black, and he almost fainted— the Pope!

His Holiness the Pope actually asked that question!

Such words!

Such jealous and rivalry!

And in front of these "outsiders"!

It's over!

It's all over!

Whatever the Holy Son's answer may be, things will be difficult to resolve peacefully today!

Upon hearing Dugu Yan's eerie purple vertical pupils narrowed sharply. Instead of showing fear on her jade-like face, a more alluring blush appeared on her cheeks due to this blatant choice. The corners of her mouth even curled up with a faint smile that conveyed a sense of "just as I thought" and "even more interesting."

'Oh, you finally asked?'

Dugu Yan sneered inwardly, her snake tail unconsciously patting the ground, crushing more rocks.

'Trying to intimidate me with your status? Using your master-disciple relationship to bind him? Bibi Dong, you're nothing special!'

She looked at Lin Xia with even more fervent eyes.

'Choosing you? Of course. But so what? I, Dugu Yan, have set my sights on you, regardless of who you belong to or who they choose... What I want, I must have! The Martial Soul Evolution has given me not only power, but also this ambition to disregard all constraints and follow my heart! The more you care, the more nervous you are, the more it proves... he's worth fighting for!'

Focused on by two gazes that seemed to tear him apart, Lin Xia felt the tension emanating from his master's body in his arms and the almost tangible pressure of "waiting for an answer." He was not terrified like Dugu Bo, nor did he feel a burning fighting spirit like Dugu Yan.

After an initial moment of stiffness, Lin Xia suddenly... smiled.

That smile was neither helpless nor ingratiating, but rather a clear understanding that saw through everything, and a touch of just the right amount of gentle comfort.

Lin Xia tilted his head slightly, meeting Bibi Dong's purple eyes that seemed to suck his soul in. His voice was clear and steady, even carrying a hint of... inevitable helplessness.

"Master, what did you say?"

Lin Xia reached out, not to push Bibi Dong away, but to gently pat Bibi Dong's arm that was tightly wrapped around him, the movement as natural as comforting a sulking child.

"Of course it's you."

Lin Xia's tone was resolute, without the slightest hesitation, and she looked back at Bibi Dong with an open and honest gaze.

"Is that even a question?"

These words were like a spring breeze brushing across the ice. The surging anger and cold possessiveness in Bibi Dong's eyes visibly froze for a moment, then, like thin ice meeting the sun, began to melt rapidly, replaced by a huge, almost dizzying sense of satisfaction, and a slight relaxation that she herself did not even Frisk.

However, Lin Xia did not finish her sentence.

He then abruptly changed the subject, glancing at Dugu Yan who was staring intently at him, before looking back at Bibi Dong, his tone carrying a deeper, more direct sense of helplessness and bewilderment.

"But... Master, why are you so angry with Sister Yanyan?"

Lin Xia tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes filled with genuine confusion, as if she were truly just pondering a logical problem.

"We... didn't do anything, did we?"

"Boom--!"

These words were like a key, suddenly unlocking a forbidden zone deep within Bibi Dong's heart that had been suppressed, ignored, and even wrapped up by layers of "master-disciple affection" and "responsibility to protect"!

'We... didn't do anything?'

Yes!

Dugu Yan couldn't help but kiss Lin Xia's forehead to express her gratitude.

Lin Xia was completely stunned at the time, and even awkwardly avoided the topic.

From beginning to end, there was absolutely no interaction between the two that crossed the line of sibling affection!

Where did this rage, which was almost destroying his reason, come from?

What was this feeling that made her heart ache and feel like it was being stabbed with needles just from seeing Dugu Yan approach Lin Xia, touch Lin Xia, or even just look at Lin Xia with that kind of gaze?

What is this ecstatic joy—the feeling of having won a crucial battle—that came from hearing Lin Xia's unwavering "Of course it's you"?

And... that question I just asked—"Do you like your master or this little girl more?"... This... this is hardly a question a master should ask their disciple!

Bibi Dong's body stiffened abruptly! The arms that were wrapped around Lin Xia instantly lost all strength and subconsciously loosened their grip.

An unprecedented, overwhelming sense of shame, like an eruption of Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, instantly swept over her entire body! It rushed from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head!

She, the supreme Pope of the Spirit Hall, the Peerless Douluo with Twin Martial Souls, actually... actually acted like a jealous woman from the marketplace, vying for the affections of a seven-year-old boy in front of her subordinates with a girl who was also just as young?!

They even uttered those absurd questions that bordered on declaring sovereignty and demanding emotional commitments?!

She always thought that her nervousness towards him, her protectiveness towards him, and her possessiveness towards him all stemmed from the deep bond between teacher and student, from his unique importance to her, and from the feeling that she couldn't let anyone else touch the treasure she had lost and found again.

But now, Lin Xia's clear and innocent words, "We didn't do anything," acted like a mirror, instantly revealing the truth deep within her heart that she herself had never Frisk, or rather, had deliberately avoided—that her feelings had quietly changed during their daily interactions, their shared life and death, and the repeated shocks and warmth she received from him!

She transcended the Abyss of master and disciple, sliding into an abyss she had never imagined, and should never have stepped into!

"I... I..."

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

That stunningly beautiful face, capable of captivating all beings, under the horrified gaze of Dugu Bo, the intrigued scrutiny of Dugu Yan Lin Xia, and the clear, bewildered gaze of Lin Xia, visibly transformed from its jade-like whiteness into a breathtakingly vibrant crimson, comparable to the outermost petals of Aromatic Silk Beauty!

Like the dawn spreading across an ice field, the blush spread from her slender neck all the way to her ears, and finally even her smooth forehead was not spared.

Her piercing purple eyes, which could see right through people, were now frantically darting away. She dared not look into Lin Xia's eyes, nor dared she look at Dugu Yan's ambiguous smile. She could only stare intently at the ground, as if a flower had suddenly bloomed there that she could crawl into.

Shame!

An unprecedented shame!

The Pope's majesty and the demeanor of a powerful figure were shattered by her own hands at this moment, leaving only a woman who was flustered and blushing because her secret thoughts had been "exposed."

The valley fell into another eerie silence.

Only the Ice and Fire Spring continued to gurgle, and in the distance, the energy-absorbing halo of the Ivysaur emitted a faint hum.

Dugu Bo looked at the Pope, who was blushing and extremely embarrassed, then at Lin Xia, who looked completely innocent, and then at his granddaughter, whose lips were slightly upturned and whose eyes were even more dangerous and playful... He felt a wave of dizziness, and only one thought remained in his mind.

'This is unbearable! Your His Highness the Holy Son... you are the most terrifying Toxic in this Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!'