The maid's panicked voice instantly made the atmosphere in the hall, which had only just eased, tense again.
Zhu Zhuqing's heart leaped into her throat.
Bibi Dong frowned slightly, an invisible pressure radiating from her as she asked in a low voice:
"What has you so flustered? Has the sky fallen?"
Frightened into trembling by Bibi Dong's aura, the maid hurriedly lowered her head and reported rapidly, her voice carrying excitement and disbelief:
"Y-Your Majesty! His Highness the Holy Son... His Highness the Holy Son has returned! His carriage has already entered Spirit City and is heading toward Pope Mountain!"
"What?!"
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing stood frozen in place.
The next second, an incomparably brilliant light burst from her normally cool eyes.
He was back!
That bastard had really come back!
Overwhelming joy instantly drowned all her reason.
Almost instinctively, Zhu Zhuqing turned and rushed out of the hall. She even forgot to greet Bibi Dong; only one thought remained in her mind—she had to see him immediately!
"This girl..."
Watching Zhu Zhuqing's wind-like retreating figure, Bibi Dong was briefly stunned before an uncontrollable faint smile appeared on her cold, beautiful face.
The heart she had been carrying in suspense for a month finally settled completely.
It's good that he's back. It's good that he's back!
Muttering to herself inwardly, Bibi Dong stretched out her long legs and followed at an unhurried pace.
She was also curious what this brat had gotten up to after roaming around for a month, and just how much his strength had improved.
Zhu Zhuqing raced all the way out of the Papal Palace, her high heels striking the polished ground in a rapid series of clicks.
She paid no attention to the astonished looks from the guards and maids around her. She only wanted