"Yes," Dongfang Yu answered, though he felt somewhat uneasy.
Bibi Dong's attitude was far too unusual. She had not attacked, nor had she grown angry, as if having her authority taken away was of no consequence.
This version of Bibi Dong was far more inscrutable than an angry one, because no one could possibly know what she would do next.
Upon hearing his answer, Bibi Dong nodded slightly, then rose to leave the Papal Hall.
Before departing, she glanced sideways at him and asked, "Since you wanted it, why didn't you tell me?"
Dongfang Yu frowned deeply. "If I asked you for it, would you have given it to me?"
Bibi Dong did not answer. She turned away from him and, beneath everyone's watchful eyes, left the Papal Hall.
Watching her retreating figure, Dongfang Yu felt a knot in his chest. His instincts told him that he seemed to have misunderstood something.
Everything had gone far too smoothly today. Most importantly, Bibi Dong had not resisted at all. Instead, she had been remarkably cooperative, saving them a great deal of trouble.
Even several minutes after Bibi Dong had left, no one spoke.
Qian Daoliu gave a timely couple of coughs, and only then did everyone come back to their senses.
Dongfang Yu also raised his head, having regained his composure. He understood that even if there had been a misunderstanding, now was not the time to ask about it.
The die had already been cast. He could only keep walking down this path.
"Uncle Yue, have someone forge the items in these blueprints." Dongfang Yu stepped down from the platform and handed Yue Guan two drawings.
Yue Guan took them and looked them over. "Mm. How many do you need?"
"As many as can be made. Hall Master Ning has