Only after hearing Bibi Dong say that did much of Xue Qinghe's displeasure fade.
Still, he was unhappy about having to sit apart from Sunday. He simply kept it to himself and sulkily took his seat.
Seeing Xue Qinghe like this, Bibi Dong, who had been secretly studying his expressions all along, felt thoroughly delighted.
That was right-she had done it deliberately. The thought of her daughter revolving around a man every day made her deeply unhappy, so she had specifically planned today's seating arrangement.
Sunday went over and sat in the Clear Sky Sect's sect master's seat, nodding to Ning Fengzhi beside him.
Ning Fengzhi beamed when he saw Sunday arrive and promptly spoke in a warm voice.
"To think you already possess the strength to rival the greatest sect under heaven, sir. You truly have my admiration."
"You flatter me, Sect Master Ning."
Bibi Dong had also seated herself on the Papal Throne. Propping her chin on one hand, she looked at the guard by the entrance.
"Where are the people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
At Bibi Dong's question, the people who had been chatting and laughing fell silent and turned toward the entrance.
It was not that they were particularly afraid. They simply wanted to watch the show.
Hearing the Pope's question, the guard at the entrance turned and dropped to one knee, answering respectfully.
"Your Holiness, Yu Luomian, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's representative, has yet to arrive. Someone has already been sent to fetch him."
Bibi Dong's expression darkened at the guard's words. A sect barely clinging to its place among the Upper Three Sects, a mere Soul Douluo, actually dared to put on such airs.
"Hmph. As expected of the greatest beast martial soul sect under heaven."
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