A moment later.
Bibi Dong slowly awoke, her gaze shifting lightly to land on the three people-including Chen Jue-who were standing guard by her side, a gentle arc hooking the corners of her lips.
"Why did you come?"
A trace of imperceptible softness laced her voice.
Hearing this, warmth bloomed in Chen Jue's heart, though it could not conceal his look of worry as he stepped forward, his gaze firm.
"Master is in trouble, how could I not come?"
A flash of gratification crossed Bibi Dong's eyes at these words, and her smile grew a fraction warmer.
Then, her gaze shifted gently to Qian Daoliu standing to the side, and she offered a soft word of thanks.
"Thank you, you saved me!"
Qian Daoliu gave a gentle wave of his hand, his smile as light as the wind.
"It wasn't me!"
Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this, a trace of puzzlement flashing in her eyes.
"Not you?"
After all, the only person here with the ability to suppress the Rakshasa Power was him.
Could there be another expert?
Qian Daoliu's gaze shifted abruptly, as deep as an abyss, and finally locked onto Chen Jue at the side.
"It was him!"
As soon as those words left his lips, Bibi Dong's gaze instantly fixed on Chen Jue, her eyes interweaving with the complex emotions of astonishment and joy.
Chen Jue was actually this strong!
He was actually able to suppress a power that even she could not control.
Seeing this, Chen Jue's brows involuntarily knitted together, a flash of anger darting through his eyes as he looked directly at Bibi Dong.
His tone carried an unquestionable sternness.
"Do you know how much danger you were in?"
"If I hadn't come back this time, do you know how badly