Yu Yuanzhen stared hard at Yu Luomian, his chest rising and falling violently. The bloodshot veins in his Dragon eyes looked ready to burst.
"If you go, isn't it still the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect begging that slut to release him?"
"Of course not."
Yu Luomian's voice was calm—icy calm.
"Big Brother, you are the Sect Master. You represent the face of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. If you go personally, that means the Sect is bowing its head. It means we're wagging our tails and begging."
He paused, eyes narrowing.
"Under Spirit Hall's deliberate guidance, people across the continent would even think we're provoking a war."
He continued evenly.
"But if I go, it's different."
"I'm only the second-in-command. I can go on behalf of the Sect—or as an uncle worried about his useless nephew. How we frame it is entirely up to us."
"Pressure from the Sect or a family visit—either way, the initiative stays in our hands. Even if Bibi Dong wants to stir trouble, she won't find an excuse to blow it up."
Silence fell over the council hall.
Yu Yuanzhen sucked in a breath, wanting to argue—but no words came.
He knew Yu Luomian was right.
The man was already gone. Fighting now would only turn the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect into a continent-wide joke—and cost them even more blood.
What mattered was stance.
Even for a piece of trash, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect dared to face Spirit Hall head-on.
This face could not be lost.
After a long moment, Yu Yuanzhen slumped back into the only chair that hadn't been destroyed.
He waved his hand weakly, his voice hoarse.
"Go."
"Understood, Big Brother."
Yu Luomian nodded and turned to leave.
He had barely reached the doorway when a stubborn voice came from behind.
"I'm going too."
Liu Erlong.
She had gotten up at some point, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. The vivid slap mark on her face made her beauty look sharp, almost feral.
Yu Luomian stopped but didn't turn around. His voice carried exhaustion and suppressed anger.
"Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
"Stay in the Sect."
"I said I'm going."
She stepped forward and blocked his path.
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word landed cleanly.
Her bloodshot eyes stared straight at him—no retreat, only fierce insistence.
Yu Luomian opened his mouth to scold her… then closed it again.
In the end, all that came out was a long, powerless sigh.
After all, she was still his daughter.
Even if she was a mistake that shouldn't have existed.
"You can come."
He suddenly lifted his head, gaze sharpening.
"But remember this: from the moment we leave the Sect, every word and action you take follows my orders."
"If you dare act on your own in Spirit City—"
He pointed directly at her.
"I would rather break your legs myself than let you ruin the Sect's affairs."
Liu Erlong lowered her eyes.
"Okay."
Her reply was soft.
Seeing her "obedience," Yu Luomian's irritation eased slightly. He said nothing more and strode out.
Only after his figure vanished did Liu Erlong slowly raise her head.
She looked down at her clenched fists, nails biting deep into her palms.
Listen to you?
Fine.
But once we reach Spirit City—once I see that slut Bibi Dong—
It won't be up to you anymore.
A frenzied flame ignited in her eyes.
Bibi Dong…
How dare you treat Xiaogang like this?
I'll make you apologize.
Even if it costs my life… I'll slap you across the face.
Inside Feng Ran Pavilion, the atmosphere was lively as ever.
Hu Liena placed several steaming dishes onto Bi Ji's table.
"Your dishes are here. Please enjoy."
The aroma hooked straight into the nose.
Zi Ji's eyes lit up instantly. Without thinking, she reached for the plate of Red Dragon Ribs—
Slap!
Bi Ji smacked the back of her head, quick and precise.
"What are you doing?!"
She lowered her voice sharply.
"We represent the face of the Soul Beast Clan, not refugees who haven't eaten in eight hundred years!"
"So many people are watching—can you at least use chopsticks?!"
"Oh…"
Zi Ji pouted, reluctantly picking up the two unfamiliar wooden sticks.
She fumbled clumsily, finally lifting a piece of dragon wing—crispy outside, tender inside—and tremblingly put it into her mouth.
The instant it touched her tongue—
She froze.
Then her purple pupils exploded with brilliance.
The next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The chopsticks—previously useless in her hands—came alive.
They turned into blurs, flashing back and forth between plate and mouth at terrifying speed.
Across the room, Lin Feng watched with interest, a faint smile forming.
That smile landed squarely in Bibi Dong's eyes.
Her heart tightened.
Why is he smiling at that vixen?
She shifted closer, her body brushing against Lin Feng's arm—soft, deliberate.
Her voice dropped, carrying a trace of possessive displeasure.
"What are you smiling at her for?"
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and looked down at the jealous Pope in his arms.
He wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer, then leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.
"Nothing."
"I was just thinking… with that hand speed, if she were in another world that used ninjutsu, she'd at least be a master of hand seals."
Bibi Dong: "…?"
Another world? Hand seals?
She didn't understand a word.
But the warmth at her waist and the intimate whisper were enough.
Her guard melted.
She leaned against him, arms tightening slightly.
Bi Ji watched Zi Ji eat like she was about to swallow the table and sighed, face full of I don't know this creature.
She straightened her posture, lifted her chopsticks gracefully, and took a small, composed bite.
Just one bite.
Bi Ji's body trembled.
Correction—
Her goose body trembled.
In that instant, the Emerald Swan's understanding of life was utterly, irrevocably overturned.
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