As they spoke, quick footsteps sounded outside the hall.
Qian Renxue hurried over from the Worship Hall. Today she wore a pale gold gown cinched at the waist, making her tall, straight figure look like an Angel Sacred Sword drawn from its sheath.
Though she had not released the divine aura of her Eight-Winged Angel, it showed faintly in her expression.
With her long golden hair shining like sunlight, she looked like an angel stepped out of a mural, so holy it was hard to look away. Her features were as delicate as the finest porcelain. Her violet eyes were deep as a sea of stars, and the faintest smile touched her pressed lips.
She walked straight up to Fang Fan. Her gaze rested on his face for a moment, and the smile reached her eyes.
"Fang Fan, it's been a long time.
I heard you caused quite a stir in the Star Dou Great Forest. You even drew Tang Chen's attention."
Her cool voice held a softness she showed only him.
Seeing Qian Renxue walk so naturally into the Papal Palace banquet hall, Bibi Dong showed a flicker of surprise.
In the past, the two had almost never eaten at the same table. Qian Renxue had refused to come, and Bibi Dong had refused to invite her. Though they lived in the same Spirit City, they might as well have been strangers.
Yet today Qian Renxue had come of her own accord, entirely at ease, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Having dinner?"
Qian Renxue walked gracefully to the table and gave Bibi Dong a slight nod in greeting.
Her manner was neither submissive nor arrogant. There was none of her former hostility or distance, but no forced attempt to please her, either.
"Come