Qian Renxue Arrives, Bibi Dong's Panic

Inside the Pope's Hall, within the bedchamber, the amorous air had yet to fully fade.

Bibi Dong leaned lazily in Dai Chengfeng's arms, her purple hair spilling like a waterfall across the embroidered pillow stitched with Gold Thread, a faint flush still lingering on her skin after the tide of passion had receded.

Dai Chengfeng's fingers idly entwined around strands of her hair, the corners of his lips carrying a satisfied smile.

"Dong'er..." he called softly, his voice hoarse in the aftermath.

"Shut up." Bibi Dong kept her eyes closed, her tone carrying a bit of petulant anger, though it held no real intimidation. "Let me rest for a while."

Dai Chengfeng chuckled and was just about to say something—

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three crisp Knocking Sounds abruptly shattered the quiet inside the bedchamber.

The two of them froze at the same time.

Bibi Dong's eyes snapped open, her purple pupils instantly regaining their clarity, the majesty and vigilance belonging to the Pope returning to them.

Almost by instinct, she raised her hand, and a gentle wave of Soul Power swept out, silently rolling the Pope's Robe and Dai Chengfeng's clothes scattered on the floor into the shadows on the inner side of the bed.

Dai Chengfeng also quickly sat up, but aside from vigilance, a strange glimmer flashed through his eyes.

In the dead of night, who would dare knock directly on the door of the Pope's Bedchamber without reporting first?

He had never encountered this before. Even if Hu Liena came, she had to announce herself first...

After all, this was the bedchamber of Bibi Dong, the Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

"Who is it?"

Bibi Dong's voice rang out, already restored to its usual calm and majesty, though if one listened carefully, they could still detect a