"Salas!"
At Bibi Dong's icy shout, Salas came trembling in from outside. He was genuinely afraid she would squash him like a bubble.
After all, the Young Master had left with tears streaming down her face like rain on pear blossoms. Had the two factions fallen out? Were they going to kill him to seal his lips?
"Your Holiness..."
Bibi Dong fixed Salas with a piercing gaze. Although the matter with Qian Renxue had infuriated her, her many years as Pope allowed her to swiftly regain her composure.
"I have settled the cooperation on civilian Soul Tools. I will leave the remaining matters to you. I am returning to Spirit City immediately to convene a meeting of the senior leadership.
"Also, from this moment on, keep a precise record of the Young Master's movements. Even how many Gold Soul Coins she spends must be recorded. Send everything back to Spirit Hall!"
"I want a copy of every document sent to the Worship Hall! If I discover you are obeying me to my face while defying me behind my back... heh."
With a cold laugh, Bibi Dong left the council chamber, leaving Salas alone inside, drenched in cold sweat.
"What happened? Why has she suddenly started monitoring the Young Master? Sigh, money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to swallow!"
Meanwhile, Sunday had already returned to Heaven Dou Royal Academy. He had no idea that Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue had reconciled and fallen out again within a mere half day.
He was playing chess with Dugu Bo. The fierce struggle had Dugu Bo scratching his ears and head without pause.
"Wait, how did my rook disappear? And isn't that knight of yours moving far too quickly?"
Dugu Bo stared in disbelief at his lonely king and queen on