Meanwhile, after sending Yang Xing that message, Hu Liena waited with a nervous expression.
Bibi Dong's steady voice sounded beside her, echoing through the vast Pope's Palace.
"Calm down. Sending one message has made you this uneasy. What will you do when you have to face him directly later?"
Hu Liena responded, "Understood, Teacher."
The Voice Transmission Talisman soon stirred. Hu Liena injected Soul Power into it, and a flash of white light appeared in her palm as a line of words floated into the air.
"Tomorrow at three in the afternoon, I'll come find you. Be prepared."
The words formed from white light hovered in the air, and Hu Liena and Bibi Dong both clearly saw the message.
Simple and straightforward.
Hu Liena stared at the words, opening her mouth, unsure how to respond for a moment.
She had imagined many possible replies. Yang Xing might ask why she had suddenly agreed, confirm the location, or set conditions. Yet he had merely tossed out that one sentence, as if informing her what he would do tomorrow rather than discussing it with her.
He had not asked for a reason or location, nor had he clearly stated whether he agreed or refused.
Though judging from this reply, he most likely meant that he agreed.
Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze from the words. Her fingers rested on the armrest of the Pope's stone throne, her fingertips slowly brushing over its carved patterns.
Her first judgment was that this person was very confident.
He knew Hu Liena's teacher was the current Pope, yet he still casually said he would come to meet her.
Not asking for the address meant he did not need to know it. The Rune left in Hu Liena's palm was probably, as Bibi Dong had previously suspected, capable