Holy Soul Mountain, Spirit Hall.
For the first time in many years, Bibi Dong's heart stirred. Scenes from the past surfaced in her mind. She felt as though she had returned to her girlhood, when she had first left Spirit Hall to temper herself in the outside world.
It was a rather old-fashioned story, and precisely because it was so old-fashioned, it had left an indelible mark on Bibi Dong's heart.
Under Qian Xunji's tutelage, Bibi Dong had finally made some progress. To hone herself and draw out her potential, she had chosen to venture out into the world.
Bibi Dong had been walking down a street when someone suddenly shouted for people to catch a thief. Compassionate at heart, she had seized a suspect. The suspect argued vehemently, and their dispute had even taken them to the City Lord's Mansion. Only afterward had she discovered that it was a case of the thief crying, "Catch the thief!"
The "victim" had coveted someone else's belongings and falsely claimed that the other person had stolen them, hoping to take possession of them himself. That was what had led to the earlier scene.
The misunderstanding was eventually cleared up, and the young man and young woman became acquainted.
"Summon him into the hall," Bibi Dong said.
"Summon Yu Xiaogang into the hall."
The doors of the Papal Hall slowly opened. A neatly dressed, bearded middle-aged man walked slowly inside, escorted by guards.
"Greetings, Your Holiness! Yu Xiaogang has been brought before you!"
The guards reached the center of the hall and knelt on one knee with utmost reverence before the woman seated on the throne, a scepter in her hand.
"You may all withdraw!" Bibi Dong waved a hand lightly, her voice lovely to hear.
"Yes!"
The guards on either side obeyed