Teacher, I Know Everything!

Tang Yuehua felt a chill instantly shoot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her limbs and bones feel cold and stiff!

Shock!

Incredible!

Absurd!

Fear!

Anger!

A torrent of extremely complex emotions surged and Tackle within her like a tsunami!

In his own Moonlight Pavilion, a place renowned for its elegance and far removed from the vortex of power, on the top floor, the very place he was trying to soothe with his music and domain... was none other Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall?!

He actually mistook her for a woman who was also heartbroken and suffering from the same misfortune?!

The blood feud with the Clear Sky Sect is imminent, yet he is completely unaware that he is entertaining his enemy?!

A strong sense of being fooled and a huge sense of irony swept over Tang Yuehua, draining all the color from her delicate face, leaving it as pale as paper!

Her heart, which had become exceptionally Limber because of her second brother, was torn apart by the cold and cruel reality at this moment!

She instinctively wanted to take a step back, but found that her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot.

The air in the room was Mystic Ice solid, heavy and suffocating.

Bibi Dong trembled even more violently Lock-On Lin Xia's address of "teacher" and her burning gaze.

She could feel Tang Yuehua's shocked, cold, and even scrutinizing and hostile gaze behind her.

Beneath the hood, his once-stunning face now bore no trace of Pope majesty, only the helplessness and shame of having his wretched hiding place exposed to the person he least wanted to face, revealed by the one he cared about most.

Almost instinctively, she wanted to pull her hood down to completely conceal the vulnerability that was about to be revealed.

Lin Xia took a step forward, determined to shorten the distance.

Lin Xia's gaze never left Bibi Dong. When she spoke again, her voice was deep yet carried a power that Infiltrator everything.

"Teacher, look at me. We... we need to talk."

Bibi Dong's trembling suddenly stopped.

Tang Yuehua's gaze swept back and forth between Lin Xia and Venusaur at the door, and the silent, trembling cloaked woman inside the house, finally settling on her with a complex mix of emotions—shock, realization, sorrow, a hint of cold understanding, and... an indescribable heaviness.

However, reality is as cold as iron.

Considering the other party's unfathomable strength and the powerful Spirit Hall behind them, Tang Yuehua ultimately Bite her lower lip tightly, Sheer Force suppressing the question that almost escaped her lips and all the surging hatred.

Forget it, forget it... Even if I knew, could I really turn this powerful figure away right now?

Tang Yuehua felt as if she were stepping on a red-hot iron, and she took a difficult step back. The last trace of color had faded from her face, leaving only a weary and cold expression of someone who had seen through the ways of the world.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Lin Xia, who seemed to be swallowing the cloaked figure at the doorway, then swept over the enormous Venusaur, which resembled a mobile fortress, before finally settling on the slightly trembling black shadow.

"His Highness the Holy Son has important matters to discuss with our distinguished guest... Yuehua will take her leave now."

Tang Yuehua's voice was slightly unsteady as she struggled to maintain the last vestiges of the Moonlight Pavilion Master's etiquette.

She gave a barely perceptible nod in Lin Xia's direction, then almost fleeing, sidestepped the shadow of the giant beast blocking the doorway, and quickly walked out of the room.

The heavy, carved wooden door closed silently behind her, cutting off the last ray of light from the outside world, and also blocking Tang Yuehua's gaze, which was filled with fear, anger, and sorrow.

The soft click of the door hinges closing was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

With the only bystander gone, the tense, deathly silence in the room seemed to freeze into solid ice.

The scent of incense still lingered faintly, but it could no longer bring any warmth.

Bibi Dong trembled even more violently Lock-On Lin Xia's burning gaze.

She could feel that gaze, like a tangible probe, Infiltrator wide cloak, trying to dig out all her disheveled state, vulnerability, and deep-seated secrets.

Shame, like cold vines, instantly tightened around her heart.

Almost instinctively, she wanted to back away, to shrink herself deeper into the shadows of a corner, to avoid the scrutiny that left her nowhere to hide.

"Teacher."

Lin Xia's voice rang out again, carrying a heavy yet undeniable determination. He took a step forward, the solid floor making a slight creak.

"Stop hiding. Look at me. We... need to talk."

"Xiao Xia..."

Bibi Dong's voice struggled to escape from the shadows of her hood, broken and dry, carrying a strong sense of escapism.

"Teacher... Teacher is really a little tired today. You handled the Yu Xiaogang matter very well... Teacher... Teacher wants to rest. We... we'll talk another day..."

As she spoke, she even tried to turn to the side, making a gesture as if she were about to walk towards the adjacent rest suite.

"Who does Yu Xiaogang think he is?"

Lin Xia abruptly interrupted her, her voice rising sharply with a long-suppressed burst of energy.

Lin Xia strode forward again, her figure carrying a resolute aura, instantly closing the distance between the two!

Just as Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to retreat again, Lin Xia made his move!

His movements were as fast as lightning, with an irresistible force. He suddenly reached out, no longer offering a respectful helping hand, but with a forceful declaration, firmly grasping Bibi Dong's slightly cool and thin shoulder beneath her cloak!

His other hand shot up with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the edge of the hood before she could react!

"Teacher!"

Lin Xia's voice was low and hoarse, like the growl of a wounded wild beast.

"No!"

Bibi Dong let out a short gasp, her body suddenly stiffening, and she instinctively tried to duck to avoid it.

However, Lin Xia's actions were faster and more decisive!

Pull your arm down forcefully!

The large hood was completely pulled up!

Her long, smooth hair, like a flowing purple waterfall, cascaded down in an instant, shimmering with a dark and noble luster in the dim candlelight.

That face, capable of eclipsing all the beauty in the world, was exposed without any concealment in the swaying light and shadow!

Her usually majestic and profound purple eyes were now filled with unexpected panic, like startled amethyst crystals, and her long eyelashes were even damp with moisture.

The meticulously drawn eyeliner smudged slightly with tears, leaving two faint, broken black marks. Far from detracting from its perfection, they added a touch of breathtaking fragility.

Without the crown of authority, without the disguise of Pope majesty, what lay naked before her disciples was merely a bewildered woman torn apart by immense pain and forbidden emotions.

Lin Xia's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shooting through her.

He had never seen his teacher show such clear and thorough vulnerability.

This was more shocking and heart-wrenching than he had imagined. He stared at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, a face etched with terror and shame, and took a deep breath, as if trying to expel all the hesitation and turmoil from his chest.

"Teacher."

When he spoke, every word seemed to be carved from the depths of his soul, carrying Qian Jun weight.

"I know everything."

"Buzz--!"

It was as if an invisible thunderbolt had exploded in Bibi Dong's mind!

Those violet eyes, brimming with terror, suddenly froze!

Shock, bewilderment, disbelief... In the end, all turned into a hollow, deathly silence!