Tang Yuehua: Is She Bibi Dong!?
Was her sorrow a hundred times heavier than the burden her second brother carried when he crawled back from hell?
It wasn't just the pain of being betrayed and hurt; it was more like some kind of karmic burden deeply rooted in one's flesh and soul, Infestation with overwhelming power and boundless darkness...?
Tang Yuehua's heart was filled with turmoil, but she adhered to the rules of the Moonlight Pavilion and maintained the dignity of a nobleman.
She had no intention of finding out the other person's identity, regarding her only as a fellow sufferer in the same boat—a pitiful woman struggling and sinking in the quagmire of love, ultimately heartbroken and devastated.
We're both heartbroken in love, why should we need to have known each other before?
With a shift in her fingertips, the melody became more inclusive and gentle, like a mother's hand trying to softly embrace that cold pain.
She was about to speak, to continue this silent comfort in even gentler words.
"Ta-da--"
The silence of the top floor was shattered by hurried footsteps! A maid, her face pale, stumbled up, her voice filled with panic and helplessness.
"Master! Master, something terrible has happened! The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall! Lin Xia! He... he's broken in! He's downstairs!"
"What?!"
Tang Yuehua's fingertips suddenly pressed on the strings, producing a muffled hum!
She looked up abruptly, and her elegant and beautiful face instantly turned frosty.
The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!
This name was like a cold needle, piercing deep into Tang Yuehua's most sensitive nerves!
The Clear Sky Sect was forced to close its mountain, the eldest brother perished, and the second brother fled to the ends of the earth... The root of all this is inextricably linked to the Spirit Hall!
Moonlight Pavilion was established for this reason, after all, Tang Yuehua had the blood of the Clear Sky Sect flowing in her veins!
She had absolutely no goodwill towards the Spirit Hall, especially the high-ranking and powerful Holy Son!
Breaking into the Moonlight Pavilion in the dead of night?
What is he trying to do?
Showing off and displaying power?
Or... did they find a clue about my second brother?
A surge of suppressed anger and deep vigilance instantly welled up in Tang Yuehua's heart.
She abruptly stood up, her elegant palace dress tracing a sharp arc, her eyes as sharp as knives, ready to question this uninvited guest in the dead of night as the mistress of the Moonlight Pavilion!
However--
Just as Tang Yuehua stood up, she clearly caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye that the mysterious, pitiful woman opposite her, who had been immersed in grief, suddenly trembled violently!
The extent of the injury was so great that even the wide cloak could not completely conceal it!
It wasn't just a trembling from fright; it was more like a profound panic from the depths of one's soul and an instinctive escape reaction!
It was as if the name of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall was not a threat from an external enemy to her, but rather... a source of judgment that was even more terrifying and something she wanted to avoid at all costs!
She even subconsciously turned to the side, as if trying to find a window or a way to escape, her movements so hurried that she completely lost the calm, serene, and sorrowful demeanor she had just displayed!
Tang Yuehua's astonishment and suspicion instantly reached their peak. Why was this woman's reaction to the Spirit Hall's Holy Son so drastically and abnormally unusual?
Before Tang Yuehua could sort out her chaotic thoughts, and before the mysterious woman could even begin her escape—
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The steady, powerful footsteps, carrying an undeniable air of authority, Infiltrator the stairs like a rapid drumbeat, quickly approaching!
Immediately afterwards--
"Bang!"
The carved wooden door to the private room on the top floor was suddenly pushed open! The force was so great that the door slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and even the flickering candlelight wavered!
At the entrance, where light and shadow intertwined, a tall and imposing figure stood proudly. It was none other than Lin Xia, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!
His dark, close-fitting clothes were damp with the cool night dew. The cold, sharp look in his eyes was no longer the one he had at the banquet, the one that commanded everything and was sharp and assertive. Instead, there was a burning, desperate determination and a deep weariness in his eyes.
Those deep eyes, like a ship that has sailed for too long in the thick fog and finally Lock-On the lighthouse, fixed firmly and Infiltrator on the figure in the room Lock-On in a black cloak with an unwavering determination!
They completely ignored Tang Yuehua, the master of the pavilion, who was about to rebuke them!
Behind him, a massive shadow almost blocked the entire doorway, and Venusaur's enormous body, as large as a deep blue rock, squeezed in as well!
The scarlet flower on its back opened and closed slightly, radiating a powerful yet restrained life force. Its intelligent and steady beast eyes were also fixed on the cloaked woman, and a low, concerned gurgling sound came from its throat.
The intrusion of the behemoth instantly made the elegant and luxurious room feel cramped and oppressive.
Lin Xia's gaze seemed to pierce through space, burning intently on the cloaked woman.
His voice wasn't loud, but it rang out clearly in the silent room, carrying a soul- Infiltrator hoarseness and an undeniable weight:
"Teacher..."
Lin Xia took a deep breath, seemingly using all her strength, and uttered that earth-shattering title:
Let's talk.
"Teacher?!"
These two words, like two thunderclaps, suddenly exploded in Tang Yuehua's ears!
Buzz--!
Tang Yuehua's mind went completely blank!
All the anger, vigilance, and suspicion were shattered at that moment by those two simple words!
The expression on her delicate face froze completely, as if she had been frozen in place.
Those beautiful eyes, which always held a gentle, moonlit glow, were now wide open, their pupils contracting sharply in utter disbelief!
Teacher???
Who did he call teacher?
Who else could be the teacher of Lin Xia, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!
A name, a name that represents the supreme authority of the Spirit Hall, the pinnacle of power on the Douluo Continent, and the deep-seated hatred of the Clear Sky Sect, crashed into her mind with unparalleled force!
Tang Yuehua, stiff as a rusty machine, slowly and laboriously turned her neck, her gaze shifting from Lin Xia, who was staring resolutely at her from the doorway, to the mysterious woman who had stayed in her Moonlight Pavilion for several days, whom she considered a "pitiful woman who couldn't have the love she desired," and who was now trembling violently at Lin Xia's appearance, trying to shrink herself into the deepest shadow of her cloak...
The shadow of the hood obscured most of the other person's face.
However, when the thought of "Pope Bibi Dong" flashed into his mind like lightning, countless previously overlooked details instantly connected and became crystal clear!
The unintentional, authoritative air of someone long accustomed to a high position... that perfect, ice-sculpted demeanor even in grief... the aloofness and nobility emanating from his silence, making him unapproachable... and just now, the intense, almost abnormal panic he felt upon hearing the name "Holy Son of the Spirit Hall"...
Everything now has an answer!
She's not some pitiful woman heartbroken in love... not some sorrowful soul in need of comforting...
She is the Pope!
She is the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall!
She is the one who orchestrated the tragedy of the Clear Sky Sect, forced her eldest brother to his death, and caused her second brother to spend half his life in exile... Bibi Dong!!!