A faint trace of worry appeared on her little face, and she sighed. "But he's the future God King..." As the future God Lord Tang San's granddaughter-in-law, Bai Xiuxiu naturally knew how formidable he was.
"So what if he's the future God King?" A flash of pride crossed Gu Yuena's silver eyes as she said coldly, "If he dares come, I'll show him the true might of the Dragon Lord!"
Just then, hurried footsteps shattered the garden's tranquility.
Xiao Wu appeared in a rush, surprise, delight, and anxiety mingling on her face. She called from afar, "Qinchen! Hurry! Her Holiness the Pope... Bibi Dong is awake!"
"What?!"
The languor vanished from Bai Qinchen's face, and he sprang to his feet. Bai Xiuxiu in his arms and Gu Yuena beside him immediately grew serious as well. With no time to say more, he flickered into a streak of light and sped toward the bedchamber where Bibi Dong was recuperating.
When Bai Qinchen pushed open the door, he saw Bibi Dong, the Pope who had once held the world in awe, leaning weakly against the headboard.
She wore an elegant, understated purple gown. Her luxurious hair, normally arranged with meticulous care, lay loose over her shoulders. The dominance and icy coldness that usually marked her peerlessly beautiful face were gone, leaving only a sickly pallor.
Hearing the door open, Bibi Dong slowly lifted her eyelids. When her beautiful purple eyes saw that it was Bai Qinchen, a ripple of something complicated and unfathomable passed through them.
"You're here." Her voice was somewhat hoarse, devoid of its usual cool authority, and instead carried a rare fragility.
Bai Qinchen strode forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for her forehead, gently sending Soul Power into her body. Only after sensing