Two women stood at the entrance.
Two women so beautiful that even heaven and earth seemed to dim in comparison.
One wore a flowing emerald-green dress, her temperament gentle as still water. Her eyes carried the warmth of spring, and every movement radiated a soothing, life-nurturing aura.
The other was clad in a tight purple battle suit that outlined a fiery, explosive figure. Long purple hair danced behind her, and her presence alone felt aggressive and volatile.
They were Bi Ji and the Hell Demonic Dragon King, Zi Ji, dispatched by the Silver Dragon King to investigate the Human World.
They stood before the ancient entrance of Feng Ran Pavilion, expressions solemn.
"Sister Bi Ji," Zi Ji muttered, pointing stiffly at the plaque. "This is the place."
Her voice was extremely low.
Too low.
Every time she got close to this shop, her left eye socket—and her backside—throbbed faintly.
A soul-deep trauma.
Bi Ji nodded, calm and composed.
Then she froze.
"…This place," she said slowly, brows knitting together, "is a human restaurant?"
Her tone carried genuine disbelief.
This was nothing like the divine, solemn sanctuary she had imagined.
Zi Ji stared at the plaque again, voice barely audible.
"It's here."
"I was here yesterday…"
She subconsciously covered her eye socket and her backside. The rest of her words remained unspoken, but her expression said everything.
Bi Ji inhaled softly, steadying herself.
"Let's go," she said gently. "Remember the Master's instructions. We're here to show sincerity. No matter what happens, we must not use force."
She paused, then added meaningfully,
"Especially you."
Zi Ji's face immediately collapsed.
So… I'm the designated punching bag again?
They adjusted their appearances and stepped forward with the gravity of people walking toward an execution ground.
Their feet had barely touched the first step—
"Stop!"
A loud, authoritative shout rang out.
Bi Ji and Zi Ji halted and looked up.
Two figures stood guard at the entrance.
On the left was an elderly man with white hair and beard, clad in golden robes. He stood casually, yet his presence alone carried the overwhelming gravity of a supreme grandmaster.
On the right was a stunning woman in a sea-blue dress, noble and elegant, her aura vast and serene like the ocean itself.
Beside her stood a Sea Horse Douluo.
Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes.
That purple-clad woman…
Isn't she the Spirit Beast Senior kicked away yesterday?
And the one beside her?
Definitely not harmless.
Bi Ji's pupils contracted slightly.
At a glance, she could tell.
These were not ordinary Titled Douluo.
These were super Douluo, peak existences among mortals.
And there were two of them.
Suppressing the shock in her heart, Bi Ji stepped forward and bowed gracefully.
Her posture was elegant, her voice soft and soothing.
"Greetings, esteemed seniors. My sister and I bear no ill intent. We merely heard that a Divinity resides here in seclusion and have come to pay our respects on behalf of the Soul Beast Clan."
Her tone was sincere, devoid of hostility.
Qian Daoliu snorted.
"Visit?"
His eyes flashed with unconcealed vigilance.
"You speak better than you sing."
"Yesterday, a fellow named Di Tian from your clan showed up and tried to kill people without a word. Today you say you're here to visit? Who do you think you're fooling?"
"As the security captain of Feng Ran Pavilion, I have both the responsibility and the obligation to stop you here."
"If you don't leave, don't blame this old man for being impolite."
His voice rang with authority.
This wasn't posturing.
This was professional conduct.
Senior's shop. Safety first.
Zi Ji's violent dragon aura surged uncontrollably.
If Bi Ji hadn't grabbed her arm tightly, Zi Ji would have already swung a claw.
Bi Ji bowed again, even lower.
"Esteemed sir misunderstands."
"Di Tian's impulsiveness yesterday was indeed our clan's fault. This visit is under the Master's orders—to apologize to the Divinity on his behalf."
Qian Daoliu opened his mouth to reply—
Then a lazy voice drifted from inside the shop.
"Let them in."
"Guests are welcome."
Qian Daoliu's aura vanished instantly.
He turned, bowed ninety degrees toward the interior.
"Yes, Senior!"
Straightening up, his expression switched seamlessly to professional politeness.
He gestured toward the entrance.
"Please, come in."
Bi Ji blinked.
That turnaround was… impressive.
She bowed toward the shop again.
"Thank you, Divinity."
She took Zi Ji's arm and moved forward.
Nothing happened.
Bi Ji turned around.
Zi Ji was pale.
Deathly pale.
Not only did she not move forward—she shuffled backward two steps, clearly contemplating spontaneous disappearance.
"Sister… I…" Zi Ji swallowed hard.
"I suddenly feel unwell. How about… we come another day?"
Bi Ji's temple throbbed.
She regretted everything.
Why did she bring her?
If she'd known, she should've come alone.
But backing down at the door was not an option.
She tugged Zi Ji's sleeve gently.
"Zi Ji, don't be afraid. I'm here."
Zi Ji reacted like a startled cat.
"No!"
She slapped Bi Ji's hand away and clung desperately to the doorframe, arms wrapped around it, legs planted like roots.
Her fierce, domineering face was now filled with pure terror.
"You can kill me, but I'm not going in!"
"He'll hit my backside again!!"
"Zi Ji!" Bi Ji snapped, losing patience.
Her spirit power stirred as she reached from behind and grabbed Zi Ji's outfit.
She pulled.
Zi Ji clung harder.
Just as Bi Ji gritted her teeth, ready to forcibly drag this embarrassment inside—
Suddenly.
An indescribable aroma drifted gently from within the shop.
Warm.
Rich.
Inviting.
Zi Ji froze.
Her grip loosened—just a little.