Once Su Yu's figure had vanished completely beyond the doorway, the smile on Bibi Dong's face gradually faded.
She remained silent for a moment, then rose and walked into the depths of Pope Hall, pushed open a concealed stone door, and entered the secret chamber alone.
An ancient bronze mirror hovered in midair, its surface shimmering with an eerie purple-black radiance.
When Bibi Dong came to a stop, a purple-black figure with a build similar to hers slowly appeared in the mirror.
The figure's gaze settled on Bibi Dong, its voice carrying a teasing mockery:
"Bibi Dong, Su Yu already has so many young, beautiful girls around him, every one of them fresh and lovely. Looking like that, why would he spare you another glance?"
"Shut up, Rakshasa God!"
Bibi Dong abruptly raised her eyes, a flash of severity crossing them, her tone as cold as a blade.
"My affairs are not yours to comment on!"
"Ha ha..."
The figure in the mirror let out a low laugh, filled with the mockery of one who saw through everything.
"Comment on? Bibi Dong, don't forget, we have long since become one."
"No one in this world knows better than I do what you hide in your heart!"
"Those thoughts you dare not speak aloud, those feelings you keep ruthlessly suppressed-isn't that right?"
Bibi Dong's expression shifted slightly. Soul power suddenly surged around her, and purple-black currents gathered in her palm.
The purple-black figure slowly drifted out of the mirror, and a strange power instantly enveloped Bibi Dong.
The figure's voice was like a venomous snake coiled beside her ear, threaded with temptation:
"Bibi Dong, look, we watched Su Yu grow up together.
"From when he first entered Spirit Hall to becoming a Saint Son capable of standing on his own today!"