Chapter 465: Bibi Dong’s First Bold Public Act

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After several days of sailing, the ship docked, and everyone stepped onto the pier of Vast Sea City once again.

The port was bustling and noisy, with merchant ships and fishing boats weaving back and forth, the sounds of hawking intertwined with the crashing waves.

Having not seen the lively atmosphere of the mainland for half a year, everyone felt as if they had been away for a lifetime.

However, the moment of parting had arrived.

Hu Liena stopped on the pier and turned to face everyone.

She had to return to Spirit Hall.

The Spirit Master Competition was imminent, and she needed to go back to rendezvous with the Spirit Hall competition team.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingmo and his group had to return to Heaven Dou City; two paths, two directions.

Half a year ago, there was still a layer of subtle wariness between her and these people.

Her identity as the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall was like an invisible wall that had always stood between them.

But half a year of living and training together had dissolved everything.

Bai Chenxiang, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others would often spar with her.

From the initial probing to later going all out.

After fighting, they would sit side by side on the coastal rocks, catching their breath and chatting.

Unknowingly, these people had become her friends.

Hu Liena took a deep breath, suppressing the moisture that flashed in her eyes.

She straightened her back, swept her gaze over everyone, and spoke in a tone that was almost like a solemn oath:

"We will eventually meet at the Spirit Master Competition."

Her voice was crisp and firm, carrying the pride of the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall: "I won’t show mercy when that time comes."

Dugu Yan was the first to laugh out loud, crossing her arms and retorting: "Who asked you to go easy on us? Bring it on!"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled faintly without saying a word, but the Battle Intent in her eyes was the best answer.

Bai Chenxiang nodded slightly, succinctly spitting out two words: "Waiting for you."

Ning Rongrong waved her hand with a bright smile: "Don’t come crying to us when we beat you then."

The corners of Hu Liena’s mouth lifted.

She turned and left with a flourish.

The sea breeze lifted the ends of her hair, and the sunlight cast a long shadow behind her.

The proud and impetuous girl who had set foot on Sea God Island half a year ago had changed.

She had become stronger and more clear-headed.

She knew she still had a long way to go.

But she also knew that the gap was meant to be closed.

Hu Liena had just left.

A steady female voice came from behind.

"A-Qing, I should go too."

Lin Qingmo paused upon hearing this.

He looked up at Bibi Dong.

No, in his eyes, this was his Sister Donghuang.

"Huh?"

He blinked, his tone carrying a hint of undisguised surprise.

"Where are you going again, Sister Donghuang?"

"There are some private matters that need to be handled, and others cannot help."

Her voice came from behind the mask.

Lin Qingmo wanted to say something to make her stay, but felt it wasn’t appropriate to pry into someone else’s private affairs.

He understood Sister Donghuang’s personality.

But even if he didn’t ask aloud, he still felt a bit uneasy inside.

This master had been looking after him since he was six years old.

Both teacher, mother, and sister, she was one of the people he trusted most in this World.

Every parting came so unexpectedly.

"Then... Sister Donghuang, take care on your way."

Lin Qingmo pursed his lips; in the end, he only said the most ordinary words.

Bibi Dong’s fingers, hidden within her robe sleeves, curled slightly.

She had to go back.

Back to Spirit Hall. Back to that cold, empty, and unreachable Supreme Pontiff throne.

There, everyone’s gaze upon her was filled with awe, fear, calculation, or submission.

No one would call her by the name "Sister Donghuang."

And no one would look at her with such clean eyes like A-Qing, as if she were just an ordinary, dependable big sister.

However,

She changed the subject, her tone carrying a rare hint of gentleness.

"I will go to watch the finals of the Spirit Master Competition."

Lin Qingmo’s eyes lit up: "Really?"

"We will meet again by then."

She spoke very softly, like the most ordinary of promises.

But beneath the mask, Bibi Dong’s eyes were turbulent with dark currents.

By then, everything would be different.

She would no longer be the "Eastern Emperor Douluo" wrapped in black robes.

But rather the Spirit HallSupreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, sitting high above on the platform, causing the entire World to tremble.

And A-Qing... would stand in the center of the arena, looking up at the high platform.

Then he would see her.

When he discovered that the Spirit HallSupreme Pontiff, to whom the entire World bowed, was the very same Sister Donghuang he had trusted and relied on without reservation since he was six.

What expression would be on his face?

Shock? Confusion? Or... disappointment?

Bibi Dong’s heart tightened abruptly.

Over the years, she had only ever shown him her gentle side.

All the darkness, ambition, schemes, and slaughter were all hidden by her own hands beneath this black robe.

She had meticulously maintained the image of "Sister Donghuang," perfect, reliable, and harmless.

But that was not the complete her, after all.

She longed to be seen by him completely.

And she feared being seen by him completely.

If A-Qing knew everything...

Would he still call her Sister Donghuang without any reservations like he did now?

Would he still look at her with those clear eyes, making her have the illusion:

As if she were not that cold, scarred Supreme Pontiff.

But just a woman who was needed by someone?

Anxiety was like the rising tide, crashing in wave after wave, almost drowning her.

But her mask remained motionless.

Bibi Dong just looked quietly at the young man in front of her.

Looking at the slight reluctance he revealed because she was about to leave.

The regret hidden in those eyes was so real it made her heart ache.

Then, she did something she hadn’t even anticipated herself.

Perhaps it was the melancholy of parting at work.

Perhaps it was the vague unease that everything might be turned upside down when they reunited.

Or perhaps... just simply, selfishly, wanting to leave something for herself in this moment.

Bibi Dong stepped forward.

Before anyone could react, she slightly lifted the lower edge of her mask, revealing the lower half of her face.

Her lips fell softly onto the corner of Lin Qingmo’s mouth.

That kiss was extremely light and extremely fast.

As light as a feather brushing across the calm water, as fast as the wind flashing by on a summer afternoon.

But for Bibi Dong, that moment was infinitely elongated.

Her heartbeat stopped abruptly at that moment.

Then it struck her chest with a frequency that was almost painful, as if it wanted to break through the wall.

The mask fell back into place with a "snap."

Bibi Dong turned, her spirit power erupting, and her black robe whipped and billowed in the strong wind.

She soared into the air like a dark, giant bird flapping its wings, cutting through the sky, and in an instant, she became a tiny black dot on the horizon.

She did not look back.

She was afraid that if she looked back, she would see A-Qing’s stunned face and would be unable to resist staying to explain something.

On the ground.

Lin Qingmo stood rooted to the spot, his whole person as if someone had pressed the pause button.

His brain completely shut down.

His thoughts stopped, his Soul Emergence.

Sister Donghuang had kissed him many times.

But every time it had been when they were alone!

This was the first time in front of so many people.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.

The sensation on his fingertips was so clear that it couldn’t be an illusion.

(End of Chapter)

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