Ye Feng followed Bibi Dong out of the Great Spirit Arena, leaving Tiandou City and arriving at a quiet lake outside the city. However, Bibi Dong continued walking forward.
Ye Feng stopped and, seeing that there was no one around, said, "We've walked far enough."
Bibi Dong stopped, turned around, and looked at Ye Feng, once again scrutinizing him.
Ye Feng also took a good look at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong was breathtakingly beautiful—noble, elegant, and serene. It seemed like every beautiful word in existence could be used to describe her. Although she was no longer young, time had left no traces on her. It was as if even time itself was powerless against her.
Bibi Dong was also observing Ye Feng. She had to admit, Ye Feng's looks were above average, but he wasn't an unparalleled beauty like Pan An. Yet, as she gazed at him, something in her heart stirred deeply. It felt as if the man standing before her wasn't a stranger, but someone she had longed for, someone from her dreams.
A sudden impulse rose within her—to embrace him. But she was the Pope of Spirit Hall, after all. She couldn't just act on impulse.
She was confused by the intensity of her emotions. But her heart told her that she liked Ye Feng, that she wanted to be with him. Even if it meant betraying the entire world, even if the world turned against her, she wouldn't regret it.
Love at first sight.
Bibi Dong thought of these four words. She attributed her overwhelming feelings for Ye Feng to this—love at first sight.
"Speak. What do you want to ask me?" Ye Feng asked directly.
"Your name is Ye Feng?"
"Leaf of a tree, peak of a mountain."
Bibi Dong was startled. Just hearing his name made her heart beat faster for no reason.
"Are you from Holy Spirit Village?"
"Yeah, I grew up in Holy Spirit Village. After that, I studied at the Junior Spirit Master Academy in Notting City for six years."
"Are you married?"
"Huh?"
"I asked, are you married?"
"Does that even need an answer?"
"Of course, because I care."
"Uh..."
Ye Feng was stunned. He looked at Bibi Dong in silence. Why did she seem so strange?
Ye Feng hadn't realized it yet, but back when he envied Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong's love for Yu Xiaogang, the system had intervened. Dissatisfied, it had transferred both Liu Erlong's and Bibi Dong's love for Yu Xiaogang to Ye Feng instead.
However, Ye Feng's situation with Bibi Dong was different from Yu Xiaogang's.
Because of Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang's relationship had been tainted with resentment and cracks. It was far from perfect.
But Ye Feng and Bibi Dong were different. There was no past resentment, no scars between them. Bibi Dong's love for Ye Feng was pure, intense, and unwavering.
"You still haven't answered my question. Are you married?" Bibi Dong asked seriously once again.
"No."
Bibi Dong let out a breath of relief. But soon, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.
"But I already have two girlfriends."
"Really?"
Bibi Dong's eyes brightened. That guilt-ridden pain in her gaze seemed to vanish instantly.
"Yeah."
"Have you... you know?"
"What?"
"You know!"
"Know what?"
"That thing!"
"Your Holiness, what exactly are you referring to?"
"The thing that happens when a man and a woman get married and enter the bridal chamber."
"What?! Does that even need an answer?"
Ye Feng was completely dumbfounded, staring at Bibi Dong in shock. If it weren't for what had happened earlier—if he hadn't personally heard Salas call this woman "Her Holiness"—Ye Feng would have seriously doubted whether this was really Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall.
They had just met, and Bibi Dong was already asking questions one would expect from a blind date.
Wait a minute!
At this moment, Ye Feng had an illusion that he was on a blind date with Bibi Dong.
"I helped you out earlier, didn't I?" Bibi Dong asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Ye Feng nodded.
"Then, you can repay me by answering my question."
"That's all?"
"Yes."
"Either your favor is worth too little, or I must mean very little to you," Ye Feng muttered. He was at least the direct disciple of Chen Xin, the youngest Spirit King in history, and his spirit power was about to break through level 60. Yet Bibi Dong wanted him to repay her kindness in such a trivial way.
"So? Answer me, have you or haven't you?" Bibi Dong pressed again.
"Yeah." Ye Feng nodded.
"Really?" Bibi Dong asked in surprise.
"Yeah." Ye Feng nodded again.
"How many girlfriends do you have?" Bibi Dong continued to ask, clearly interested.
"Your Holiness, I've already repaid your favor. My number of girlfriends is my personal business," Ye Feng said, uncomfortable with continuing the conversation.
"Fine. Since you don't want to answer, then I'll answer your questions instead. Ask me anything you want."
"I…"
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow. "I don't really have any questions for you."
"Think carefully. You can ask me anything—about cultivation, my personal life, anything."
Ye Feng was stunned. The Bibi Dong in front of him was so different from what he had imagined. As he looked at her, he thought of her daughter, Qian Renxue. And thinking of Qian Renxue reminded him of what she had said about his parents' deaths.
There were three suspects in the murder of Ye Feng's parents: Spirit Hall, Tang Hao, and the current patriarch of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan.
Staring at Bibi Dong, Ye Feng asked in a serious tone, "You really mean it? You'll answer anything?"
"Of course." Bibi Dong nodded firmly.
"You know everything, and you'll tell everything?"
"Yes, even my personality, hobbies, and personal secrets."
Ye Feng's gaze sharpened. "Alright, then tell me—more than a decade ago, the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan had a Soul Douluo named Ye Wan'er. She and her husband suddenly died near Holy Spirit Village. Did Spirit Hall know about their movements at the time?"
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