"Your Holiness the Pope, a man named Yu Xiaogang is outside, holding the Pope's Token and requesting an audience."
Just as Chu Hao was informing Bibi Dong of his plans to train in the Star Dou Great Forest, a cultist respectfully came to report.
The moment Bibi Dong heard the name "Yu Xiaogang," her delicate body trembled!
After twenty years, the man she had once deeply loved had finally come.
Maintaining a composed facade before her subordinate, Bibi Dong ordered, "Bring him in!"
"Yes!"
The cultist respectfully bowed, then took his leave.
Chu Hao glanced at Bibi Dong, whose thoughts were somewhat unsettled, and prepared to leave.
He knew that he ought to excuse himself at a time like this.
"Xiao Hao, stay here and keep your teacher company."
But just as he turned around, Bibi Dong called out to stop him.
"Mm."
Hearing that, Chu Hao nodded coldly.
He could understand Bibi Dong's decision. She was likely afraid that she would fail to control her emotions.
After all, with someone else here, she would still have some reservations deep down and would not lose control so easily.
Before long, a weathered middle-aged man dressed in coarse gray cloth, with close-cropped hair, entered the Pope's Palace.
When he saw Bibi Dong seated upon the Pope's Throne, his eyes filled with a complex mix of helplessness, tenderness, guilt, and other emotions.
"Dong... Dong'er!"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the woman he had once loved, his lips trembling as he softly called out to her.
Upon hearing that long-forgotten form of address, a storm surged within Bibi Dong's heart.
Just moments ago, she had nearly lost control of her emotions.
"Please address me as Your Holiness the Pope!"
Bibi Dong looked at the deeply emotional and conflicted Yu Xiaogang. After a brief pause,