In a side hall, Wang Qiu'er woke up and jolted upright.
She looked at the sunlight outside the window.
"We're doomed."
Wang Qiu'er now deeply realized that Bibi Dong and Jiang Qingyu had not gone to the Worship Hall at all. They had clearly gone to...
"That Dong'er, sneaking off to enjoy herself behind our backs again."
Wang Qiu'er cursed inwardly as a series of sounds reached her ears.
"Hehe, drumstick, don't run! Watch me catch you."
"Get into my mouth!"
Seeing Ah Yin still shouting about food in her dreams, Wang Qiu'er's veins bulged.
She started shaking Ah Yin awake.
"Wake up, Ah Yin. Stop sleeping!"
"Huh?" Ah Yin opened her eyes, utterly bewildered. "What is it, Qiu'er?"
"You're still sleeping? Dong'er snuck off to enjoy herself behind our backs," Wang Qiu'er said irritably.
"Enjoy what?" Ah Yin looked confused, still half-asleep.
Wang Qiu'er was helpless. She immediately leaned close and whispered a few words into Ah Yin's ear.
"What?!"
Ah Yin instantly woke up, her eyes widening.
"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and take a look."
This time, they were not under the bed. She could not stand it at all.
After getting dressed, Wang Qiu'er and Ah Yin swiftly left the side hall and headed straight for the Saintess Hall.
Standing beside the bed, Qian Xunji spread his hands. "Dong'er, your master has done all he can."
With a bang, the door to the Saintess Hall was kicked open, sending wood chips flying.
Wang Qiu'er stormed in furiously. Just as she was about to demand an explanation, the words caught in her throat.
The lingering scent of intimacy had not yet dispersed from the hall.
Bibi Dong sat limp on the floor, her eyes unfocused and slightly rolled back. Her outer robe hung loosely