"Adoptive Sister"

Angewomon merely smiled faintly. "Helping you is helping myself. There's no need to thank me."

"I'll definitely help you gain your freedom," Dongfang Yu said seriously.

This was the first time he had truly made a promise to someone. Other than that, he did not know what else he could do for Angewomon.

Angewomon stared straight at him and smiled. "Does that count as a promise?"

"It does. This is my promise to you." Dongfang Yu met her gaze without backing down.

Angewomon froze for a moment, then gradually lost her smile. "All right."

The next day, Meng Yiran also arrived at Spirit Hall under Dongfang Yu's arrangements.

Because he needed to meet Bibi Dong in advance, he had deliberately arranged for her to arrive a day later.

Within the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong casually glanced at Meng Yiran before losing interest.

She was only two years younger than Hu Liena, yet she was merely a level 31 Soul Elder. Such talent could only be considered above average, nowhere near genius level.

"This is the sister you mentioned?" Bibi Dong asked.

Dongfang Yu answered, "Yes, Teacher."

Seeing that his expression allowed no doubt, Bibi Dong nodded lightly and said nothing more.

Although this Meng Yiran was not particularly gifted, her grandfather and grandmother could barely be considered notable figures. Even a mosquito was still meat, so there was no need for her to put on the airs of the Pope.

"Since that's the case, make the arrangements yourself." Bibi Dong waved her hand, dismissing them.

"This disciple takes his leave."

"This commoner takes her leave."

Dongfang Yu led Meng Yiran out of the Papal Hall.

As the two walked down the main road, they naturally drew plenty of attention.

Many guards could not help secretly glancing at them, and