The Finale

"Do I look like the Pope's disciple now?" Dongfang Yu asked with a smile, staring at him.

"Clang!"

He Feng slumped weakly to the floor, realizing he had kicked an iron plate. What he could not understand was why the Pope's disciple had appeared at Moonlight Pavilion.

If Dongfang Yu had appeared in the palace, he would not have been too surprised. But Moonlight Pavilion was the territory of the Clear Sky Douluo's younger sister—everyone knew that. How could someone from Spirit Hall possibly enter? No one knew.

"I..."

"If you don't beg for mercy, I might let you go." Dongfang Yu teased with a smile.

"Y-You, what do you want?" He Feng asked, though his heart had already turned to ashes.

"Well, I'll have to think about that carefully." Dongfang Yu stroked his chin and looked at him with a half-smile.

Whenever he was about to slaughter prey, he liked to torment it mentally first. He had always been that way.

"How about I help Brother Yu think of something?"

At that moment, a gentle male voice rang out. Then, surrounded by several people, Xue Qinghe slowly came upstairs and revealed himself.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Everyone immediately dropped to their knees in terror.

"Crown Prince Brother!" Xue Ke cried out in delight.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Tang Yuehua also gave a slight bow.

Dongfang Yu alone said nothing from beginning to end. He merely kept staring at Xue Qinghe.

He looked rather surprised.

Xue Qinghe had no time for anything else. Heaven knew how long she had missed this man. It had been a year—an entire year without any news of him.

It had been torture for her, so she could only throw herself into her work. That was why she had been so busy