Celebrating with Bibi Dong

When morning glow had completely filled the courtyard, Dai Chengfeng reined in all his aura.

A night of comprehension and experimentation had brought him to an unprecedented peak.

Although the Soul Power within him had been greatly drained by two uses of Ring Detonation, the force fused with the essence of his Soul Rings had made his foundation even more solid, like tempered steel.

Though the quantity had been depleted, the quality had taken a leap.

He changed into a clean black fitted outfit and tidied his appearance while looking at his reflection in the water vat in the courtyard.

The young man in the reflection had eyes bright as stars and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, but behind that smile lay a secret only he knew.

The secret of Ring Detonation.

For the time being, he had no intention of telling anyone about this, including Bibi Dong.

It was not that he did not trust her, but that it involved too much—how could he have comprehended the Clear Sky Sect's secret art without anyone guiding him?

There were many things involved that he could not state outright.

"Some secrets can only belong to oneself," Dai Chengfeng murmured, then pushed the door open and went out.

The air in the Pope's Hall in the early morning was especially clear and cold, and traces of night dew still lingered on the bluestone road.

When the patrolling Holy Hall Knights saw him, they all saluted in greeting.

Dai Chengfeng nodded politely in response without stopping, walking straight toward the depths of the Pope's Hall.

He knew Bibi Dong's habits—every morning, after handling the most urgent official business, she would have a stretch of time alone, usually in the small hall beside her bedchamber.

At this hour, she did