A fleeting smile of triumph crossed the effeminate young man's lowered face as he read his book.
He raised his head and stood, looking at Bibi Dong's peerless beauty. With what he considered an exceptionally sunny smile, he said, "Hello, miss. My name is Yu Xiaogang, and I'm an intern at the Martial Soul Research Institute."
Bibi Dong nodded and replied crisply, "My name is Bibi Dong."
Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment, then hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Her Highness the Saintess!"
Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed. For some reason, she had a vague feeling that something was off. "Under normal circumstances, the Martial Soul Research Institute doesn't accept interns. And your surname is Yu, so you must be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which recently came here for an exchange, correct?"
"Her Highness the Saintess truly has an orchid's heart and a keen mind," Yu Xiaogang said hastily. "I am indeed a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
At this, Bibi Dong gave a meaningful smile and continued in an indifferent tone, "As far as I know, the people who come to Spirit Hall for exchanges usually belong to minor sects. Why did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan send someone this time?"
Here it was! His chance had come!
Yu Xiaogang was inwardly ecstatic. This was precisely the question he had been waiting for Bibi Dong to ask.
According to the information he had gathered, Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's Saintess, had an excellent reputation. In short, she was fair-skinned and beautiful, wealthy, powerful, and strong. Most importantly, she was exceptionally kindhearted, treating commoners and Soul Masters alike.
To put it another way-a less flattering way-she was a sweet, pretty airhead.
After gathering his thoughts and rehearsing the explanation he had prepared long ago, Yu Xiaogang