The three-day deadline arrived in the blink of an eye.
At Spirit City's southern gate, dawn had only just broken, and the mist had yet to disperse.
An inconspicuous black carriage stood by the gate. Its curtains were thick, and it looked no different from an ordinary merchant caravan's carriage.
But upon closer inspection, one would find that the two horses pulling it were both mixed-blood soul beasts, capable of traveling a thousand li a day with astonishing stamina.
Bibi Dong wore ordinary clothes as she stood beside the carriage. Her plain-colored dress concealed the majesty of the Pope, making her look like nothing more than an ordinary noblewoman.
Qian Daoliu stood at her side in a white robe, his expression calm, like an ordinary old man.
There was no honor guard, no farewell ceremony—only a handful of people. The more discreet an infiltration mission was, the better.
"Have you brought everything?" Bibi Dong softly asked the young man walking toward her.
Today, Bibi Xu wore a green scholar's robe. He looked like a young master from an aristocratic family traveling with his elders to study abroad. His features were refined and his temperament gentle, without the slightest trace of the Spirit Hall Holy Son's sharpness.
"I have everything." Bibi Xu nodded. "Mom, Grand Worshiper, I'm leaving now."
"Mm." Qian Daoliu gave a slight nod and said solemnly, "Be careful in all things. I've already arranged the covert agents in Heaven Dou. Once you arrive, someone will naturally meet you. If you encounter anything you cannot handle, send word back."
"Thank you, Grand Worshiper."
Bibi Dong stepped forward and reached out to straighten his collar, her movements gentle.
"Once you get there, eat on time. Don't focus so much on cultivation that you forget to rest. When it gets cold,