Bibi Dong paused slightly, then a smile curved at the corner of her mouth.
Then she stretched, rose, and slowly walked down from the high platform to Ning Bei's side.
"Did those Old Fellows from the Worship Hall come looking for you?"
Ning Bei raised his brows slightly. It seemed this woman had been watching the Worship Hall's movements all along, which was why she knew he had been there.
It couldn't be that she had been watching him the whole time, right?
"That's right. I had some questions about the God Trial, so I asked that one for advice."
Qian Renxue was still against telling Bibi Dong about the relationship between the two of them, so Ning Bei casually made up an excuse, intending to brush it off.
"God Trial?"
Bibi Dong's brows knitted slightly, and her expression seemed a little displeased.
"Why didn't you ask me about the God Trial? Do you look down on me?"
Ning Bei nodded expressionlessly. The teasing look on Bibi Dong's face gradually collapsed, and she said through gritted teeth:
"What. Do. You. Mean?"
Ning Bei shrugged helplessly.
"Ask you for advice on how to get schemed against by a god? Or how to complete a God Trial without getting a single cent of reward?"
Bibi Dong, who had just been all graceful and dignified, instantly lost her composure. What was wrong with this man? How long had it been since they last met? And the moment he came in, he stabbed her right in the heart?
"Fine. You're very good!"
Seeing Bibi Dong's gloomy expression, Ning Bei also realized his words had been a little too hurtful. He glanced at her in amusement.
"Oh, come on. The mighty Your Majesty the Pope can't even take a joke? I only said that because