The next day, in the Papal Palace's conference room.
Qian Daoliu, the old homebody who spent year after year holed up in the Elder Hall, had finally emerged from seclusion. His expression, however, was exceptionally grave.
The current Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, wore the same expression. Both men looked solemnly at Bibi Dong before them.
After a long silence, Qian Daoliu finally spoke. "Holy Maiden, are you certain you want to do this? If anything goes wrong, neither Ji'er nor I will be able to shoulder it."
Bibi Dong nodded solemnly. "Give him full access to all of Spirit Hall's foundational texts. Some of them are outdated, after all. They may not be wrong, but they aren't exactly right either."
"I will bear all the consequences."
Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh. "Since you have made up your mind, Holy Maiden, I will do as you ask."
Bibi Dong smiled. "Thank you, Great Enshrined."
At that moment, far away in Star Luo City, Qian Chongling suddenly sneezed and muttered to himself, "Why do I feel so uneasy?"
Star Luo City, Star Luo Empire.
Inside the resplendent Crown Prince's residence, Dai Tianfeng held a charming young woman in one arm while resting his head on another woman's shapely legs, his eyes closed as he dozed.
Suddenly, a hurried knock came from outside.
"Who is it?" Dai Tianfeng asked with a frown.
"Your Highness, Consort Ye has prepared a banquet and invited you and the Fourth Prince," a maid answered from outside.
"Understood," Dai Tianfeng replied indifferently.
"Your Highness, are you really going?" his personal maid asked softly.
"Why wouldn't I?" Dai Tianfeng opened his eyes and looked at the two concubines beside him with a smile. "I'll go and 'meet' this legendary consort right now."
"Farewell, Your