Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong misunderstood.

She frowned as she looked at Qian Yuelong, who had a serious expression on her face. Her lips, painted with red lipstick, parted slightly, and she instinctively wanted to ask a question.

What do you mean? Has someone threatened you? Or do you know something?

Three questions were on the tip of my tongue, but I suppressed them with reason.

Given their current positions, it seems she shouldn't be concerned with these matters.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's expression returned to its coldness. She looked down at the ground and brought up the topic, saying, "You came to see me just to say this?"

Seeing the change in Bibi Dong's expression, Qian Yuelong didn't feel angry at being snubbed. Instead, she smiled sincerely and said, "Seeing you is one thing, but on the other hand, I just wanted to tell you that no matter what conflicts exist between you and Grandpa, I will never be your enemy in the future."

I will not be your enemy.

Bibi Dong froze, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She suddenly looked over, her tone turning serious: "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? If you're here to test my stance, there's no need. Whether now or in the future, I am the Pope of the Papal Palace, and behind you stands the Hall of Worship. Some things are better left unsaid."

Even though this child is somewhat special, she is actually closer to Sendoru.

She was certain that if Qian Yuelong had to choose between her and Qian Daoliu, she would not choose her.

Qian Yuelong sighed like a little adult and waved her hand, saying, "I didn't come here to test your stance. I'm just here to state my position. Taking out those secret manuals doesn't mean I want to use my grandfather's prestige to compete with you for power. To be honest, I have no interest in power. The position of Saintess is enough for me."

"Between you and Grandpa, I choose myself. Besides, putting aside all grudges, you are indeed an excellent pope."

"I'm offering these resources for the sake of the entire Spirit Hall and the bigger picture. Whether it's you or anyone else, I just hope you can use these resources wisely."

"If we are destined to break off relations and start fighting, I only hope that everyone can have more self-defense capabilities and fewer sacrifices in the war. That's all."

Qian Yuelong calmly met Bibi Dong's gaze.

Her light purple eyes were so clear you could see right through them.

Frank and pure, it was unbelievable to her that this was Qian Yuelong's truest thought.

For some reason, she felt a sense of shame about the thoughts she had kept hidden in her heart when Qian Yuelong frankly revealed them.

Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled, her gaze shifting as if burned, before she resumed her steps, maintaining her cold and dignified demeanor, and said, "What you think is your business. Instead of coming here to lecture me, you should worry more about yourself."

"Didn't they order you new clothes? Didn't you notice that the skirt is a bit too short? Don't let others think that my Spirit Hall can't afford to support a dignified Holy Maiden like you."

Huh?

Qian Yuelong looked down at the skirt, which last year could still cover her knees but now only reached two-thirds of her thighs. She blinked, looked up at the figure disappearing into the darkness, smoothed the layered white and gold gradient hem of the skirt, and sighed inwardly that it seemed to have shortened.

Luckily, she was wearing safety shorts with bubble trim underneath, so she wasn't worried about flashing!

Having gotten to know his host's personality quite well over the years, 886 revealed a half-moon eye and added: "After all, this outfit was a gift from Bibi Dong, so I still have to wear it to build up some goodwill, right?"

Qian Yuelong praised, "Of course. But she reminded me that I've grown three centimeters taller this year than last year, so I should buy some new clothes. Do you think she'll bring me some new clothes in a few days, and I can get them for free?"

886 Hehe: [Although I really want to dampen your spirits, it's definitely possible.]

[Also, you don't need to get it for free. Just tell the maids, and they'll make you new clothes, won't they?]

Qian Yuelong shook her head: "That's the downside of keeping a canary in a cage. I'm planning to go out alone next time. The Spirit Hall's clothes are of such exquisite quality; they're clearly from nobles or powerful people. The chances of being targeted are high. I need to keep a low profile. Getting free clothes is one thing, but I still need to go out and buy a few spares."

As she spoke, Qian Yuelong raised her hand, her pale pink fingertips curling a strand of her long, silvery-white hair. She walked towards the back mountain of the Martial Soul Main Hall, sighing, "To be honest, I quite like my current hair color, but unfortunately, my appearance doesn't allow me to be discreet. This hair color is too conspicuous anywhere; I'll have to use hair from my wardrobe to disguise it."

One person who was tricked by Qian Yuelong: 【.】How can there be such a Versailles-like person?

But Qian Yuelong was telling the absolute truth, and 886 couldn't refute her.

Back at the side hall on the back mountain, a tall, slender figure had been waiting in front of the hall for quite some time.

Qian Yuelong paused, then obediently called out, "Teacher."

With a dark expression, Yue Guan lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest. He spread out his spiritual power, checked whether there were any people around, and appeared in front of Qian Yuelong in the blink of an eye. He grabbed her and pulled her into the side hall, then slammed the hall door shut with a "bang".

"You silly girl, you always manage to get into big trouble after just two or three days apart."

Releasing Qian Yuelong's hand, Yue Guan began to interrogate her: "Judging from the direction you came back, you should have just returned from the main hall, right? You didn't participate in the meeting but still ran over there. Do you think you're not conspicuous enough in the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Yuelong obediently admitted her mistake, "I'm sorry, teacher, I have something I need to take care of."

Just as Yue Guan frowned and was about to continue scolding people, Qian Yuelong interrupted Yue Guan's words, took out several pages of stick figure drawings of souls and annotations from the gold bracelet on her wrist, and handed them to Yue Guan first: "By the way, teacher, this is for you!"

Yue Guan was poked by the paper shoved in front of her. She looked at the innocent and sincere-looking little girl, and suspiciously took the few pages of paper. "What is this? It's not another secret manual, is it?"

"Pretty much. But it's martial arts." Qian Yuelong secretly dropped a bombshell.

Clutching the few thin pages, Yue Guan, speechless for a moment, looked up and confirmed his suspicions about his unfortunate disciple: "."

Is this girl his disciple, or is he this girl's disciple?

The master was practicing the martial arts techniques given to him by his disciple, something he had never seen before in decades.

Despite his inner grumbling, Yue Guan still read it carefully, as it was ultimately a disciple's sincere wish.

"Flying Flowers and Stealing Leaves? That name suits my taste quite well. And the little figure you drew is clearly the work of your unlucky disciple."

Yue Guan's eyelids twitched slightly as he barely managed to decipher Qian Yuelong's soul painting technique. His expression gradually changed, and his gaze became filled with fervor. He murmured, "The form of a martial soul can actually be used like this; it's truly unbelievable."

He raised his head, his piercing gaze fixed on Qian Yuelong, and couldn't help but ask, "Girl, this martial art..."

"Besides me, only you know this." Qian Yuelong took over the conversation knowingly and expressed her thoughts: "I think you might be able to get inspiration from this martial skill and create a new self-created soul skill. My self-created soul skill was inspired by this."

Seeing that the anger on Jian Yueguan's face had completely dissipated, Qian Yuelong, knowing that she had successfully appeased her teacher, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was still very good at carrying water.