"Of course. She is my master, after all, and Xue'er's mother. We should still see her."
At Leng Xiyue's words, Guang Ling understood that the two had come to discuss private matters rather than interrogate her. He opened the cell door and spoke into a voice-transmitting Soul Tool, ordering all the guards inside to come out.
"Your Majesty, rest assured. The cells and shackles here were specially made to seal her Soul Power. There is no need to worry about her striking back." With that, Guang Ling respectfully invited the two inside.
Guang Ling truly knew how to handle things. Otherwise, Leng Xiyue would have had to ask him to dismiss everyone. Now she did not even need to say it.
Naturally, Leng Xiyue was not worried about Bibi Dong taking the opportunity to attack. She could summon Kaldalis and Probius at any time. Handling Bibi Dong would be effortless.
After saying goodbye to Guang Ling, the two followed the basement steps down to the dungeon.
The surroundings could hardly be called pleasant. In fact, the place had been deliberately converted into somewhere cold and gloomy. The moment they entered, a chill seeped into their bones.
Leng Xiyue was not cold, of course, and Qian Renxue did not look particularly cold either. Still, seeing that her papal brocade robe was not very thick, Leng Xiyue draped her own coat over her.
Qian Renxue did not refuse, clearly enjoying Leng Xiyue's care.
The dungeon was empty now, with no other prisoners. Following the passage between the cells, the two soon spotted Bibi Dong in the cell at the very end.
Four long chains were fastened to the joints of Bibi Dong's limbs. She sat on the bed in her cell, resting with her eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned about her current predicament.