Qian Renxue (14)

Only after his aura had completely vanished did Bibi Dong withdraw her gaze and turn back into the bedchamber. She walked over to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. The blue necklace around her neck was especially striking. She reached up and gently stroked it, still able to feel the traces of his aura lingering on it.

"Tear of the Wind God..." she murmured the name, the corners of her lips unconsciously lifting into a faint smile.

That night, Bibi Dong slept especially peacefully. There were no nightmares, no startled awakenings, only a warm, reassuring aura wrapped around her, as if that person had never left.

Over the next few days, everything in Spirit Hall went on as usual. Bibi Dong continued handling the complicated affairs, summoning elders, listening to reports, and issuing orders. Only occasionally, in the gaps between her work, would she subconsciously touch the necklace at her chest and think of that man who smiled like a fox.

"Pope Your Majesty?" Ghost Douluo's voice pulled Bibi Dong back from her daze to reality.

Bibi Dong quickly gathered herself and returned to her usual cold composure. "Continue."

Ghost Douluo respectfully responded and continued his report. "...The Star Luo Empire has been making some unusual moves lately. They seem to be in contact with the Clear Sky Sect. In addition, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has also been secretly recruiting troops and buying horses, their intentions unclear."

Bibi Dong's gaze chilled. "Clear Sky Sect... It seems they still haven't given up."

"Should I send someone to warn them?" Ghost Douluo asked.

"No need." Bibi Dong waved a hand, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. "Let them jump. The higher they jump, the harder they'll fall. Send people to keep a close eye on them.