Three days later, in Spirit City, at the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat upright on the papal throne, her peerlessly beautiful face filled with a triumphant smile.
Behind her stood a Black-Clad Youth, massaging her back with a dark expression.
"Darling, don't look so sour. A bet's a bet," Bibi Dong teased with a chuckle.
"Hmph, everyone knows I, Qian Chongling, am a first-rate sport when it comes to gambling. I never welsh on a bet," Qian Chongling said flatly, his face still dark.
"Good. According to our wager, you're my personal bodyguard today." Bibi Dong grinned wickedly, as though plotting something mischievous.
"We're going another round tonight. I wasn't in good form last night. Tonight, I'll make you lay down your arms and beg for mercy on your knees."
Qian Chongling's face remained dark. In last night's close-quarters combat, one misstep had left him with eternal regret.
"Hehe, I refuse!" Bibi Dong covered her mouth and giggled.
Just as Qian Chongling bristled and glared in anger, a Temple Knight's report came from the entrance to the Papal Palace.
"Your Holiness, Elder Ju and Ghost Elder have brought the Seven-Star Team and the Galaxy Fleet."
"Good. Let them in!" Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
"Yes!" The Temple Knight rose and departed.
Before long, steady, orderly footsteps rang out. Then the doors of the Pope's Palace swung open, revealing several figures outside.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others filed inside.
"Greetings, Your Holiness!" Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo knelt on one knee in salute.
"Rise." Bibi Dong gestured with her hand.
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
Chrysanthemum Douluo stood. His gaze landed on Qian Chongling, and he involuntarily swallowed. Then he immediately lowered his eyes to his nose and his nose toward his heart, pretending he had seen nothing.
Bibi Dong turned