Chen Jin leaned back in his chair.
"You marry her off to me, then use the position of pope to make me stay."
"This marriage was a transaction from the very beginning."
Bibi Dong set down her teacup.
"You don't like her?"
"This has nothing to do with whether I like her."
"Then what does it have to do with?"
"If she follows me, it can only be her own choice."
Chen Jin looked at Qian Renxue.
"Not a decision you make for her."
Qian Renxue pressed her red lips together.
"What if I'm willing?"
"Not right now."
Those three words fell.
Qian Renxue immediately rose to her feet.
The chair slid backward and struck the floor.
"I understand."
Her long golden hair spilled from her shoulders.
The white-and-gold figure walked straight out of the hall without looking at Chen Jin again.
The door soon closed.
Bibi Dong looked at the empty seat.
"You rejected her too quickly."
"The engagement was never yours to arrange."
"Qian Renxue is willing."
"That still doesn't require an engagement."
Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened slightly.
"You want her to follow you without any standing?"
"I never said that."
"But that's already what she thinks."
Bibi Dong picked up her teacup again.
"That 'not right now' was the reason she left."
Chen Jin did not answer.
Bibi Dong stood up.
"That concludes tonight's dinner."
"Whether you go find her is up to you."
Night.
A hotel in Spirit City.
Huo Wu was fusing with the Wind Chasing Left Leg Bone in her room.
The other members of Blazing Fire Academy were also staying in their respective rooms.
Chen Jin sat by the window.
The Six-Winged Angel necklace lay on the table.
Qian Renxue had not appeared since they left the Papal Hall.
A sudden knock