In the Papal Hall, a beautiful woman in a fitted purple-and-gold gown sat high above with a scepter in hand. A faint violet aura shone in her eyes, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly, as though she were anticipating someone's arrival.
Before long, Xie Yue and Hu Liena entered her sight with Qian Renyue.
"Teacher."
"Your Holiness."
"..."
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Qian Renyue paid their respects in turn. The first two were perfectly deferential; Qian Renyue alone said nothing, merely bowing.
"..."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were also present today, and both were rather surprised by Qian Renyue's appearance.
His Holiness the Pope had actually invited Qian Renyue?
After what had happened last time, the Worship Hall had actually allowed Qian Renyue to come?
How strange.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, though what they were communicating was anyone's guess.
"Tang Yue-oh, no. I should call you Qian Renyue now."
Bibi Dong spoke calmly, an air of regal majesty radiating from her. Her eyes remained fixed on Qian Renyue, like a hunter watching her prey. Only, this hunter was extraordinarily beautiful, and her lovely face revealed no hostility.
"Why bother with pleasantries, Your Holiness? What did you have the Saintess invite me here for?"
Qian Renyue could not be bothered to dance around the subject with Bibi Dong. "If there's nothing, I'll leave," she said bluntly.
"..."
Qian Renyue's manner was rather too cold, plunging the atmosphere in the Papal Hall to freezing point. Yue Guan and Gui Mei had both expected this. They sighed inwardly, thinking that the little girl certainly knew how to hold a grudge. Nearly a year had passed, yet she still remembered.
"Of course there's something."
Bibi Dong had not expected Qian Renyue to show her so little