"Hahaha, hahaha! Truly worthy of Teacher Xin's student, truly extraordinary."
"Even coercing the Son of Heaven to command Star Luo, castrating a Crown Prince… Can such a thing even be done? Is she not afraid the Star Luo Empire will get angry?"
"Teacher Xin, oh you, you said you weren't suitable to teach our Spirit Hall disciples, but this Zhu Zhuqing, you've taught her to Pope's great satisfaction!"
In Spirit City, within the Supreme Pontiff Palace, the exceptionally beautiful woman sitting high up was laughing with captivating charm.
Her laughter echoed through the vast hall, rich and unrestrained, yet carrying an undercurrent of sharp calculation. Draped in flowing robes that shimmered under the palace lights, she exuded both elegance and authority—an existence that stood at the very pinnacle of power.
Below her, the hall remained silent.
No one dared to interrupt.
The incident at the Zhu family in the Star Luo Imperial Capital would naturally not be publicized by the Emperor of Star Luo, as it was a tremendous humiliation for the Dai clan and a severe affront to imperial power and prestige.
For an emperor to be held hostage… for princes to be crippled… for a single woman to storm the palace and leave unscathed—these were not events that could be allowed to spread. To do so would shake the very foundation of imperial authority.
Not only did the Emperor of Star Luo cover up Zhu Zhuqing's rampage through the imperial palace, but he instead announced that the Zhu clan were the most loyal subjects to the Dai clan and would be given great preferential treatment.
On the surface, it appeared to be magnanimity.
But beneath that façade lay something far more dangerous.
Whether this was a smile hiding a dagger, anyone with a bit of intelligence would know.
It was not forgiveness—it was delay.
A storm postponed, not avoided.
However, Spirit Hall's intelligence organization was naturally different from the common folk; shortly after the incident, it was uncovered by a Spirit Master from Spirit Hall's Imperial Capital branch and reported swiftly to the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Information, after all, was power—and Spirit Hall excelled at gathering it.
No matter how carefully the Star Luo Empire attempted to conceal the truth, fragments still slipped through the cracks. And for an organization like Spirit Hall, even the smallest clue was enough to reconstruct the full picture.
Upon learning of the matter, Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong was overjoyed. What Zhu Zhuqing had done was something even she wouldn't dare to do easily, but it perfectly suited her taste.
There was admiration in her eyes—but also something deeper.
Recognition.
"It seems the Elder Hall is still too conservative. How long will it take to disguise someone as the Crown Prince to inherit the throne? It would be better to just kill Emperor Xue Ye directly and disguise someone as the Emperor. My, Teacher Xin's disciple used this trick first."
Her words were spoken lightly, almost playfully, yet the implications were chilling.
To others, such ideas would sound like madness.
To her, they were merely strategies—options waiting to be executed.
"Teacher Xin, you truly are just like me. You're so good at pretending. You and Pope are a match made in heaven."
Bibi Dong smiled brilliantly. Whenever she thought of the young man's immortal-like appearance, her heart would ripple.
For a fleeting moment, the calculating ruler faded, replaced by something more personal. Her gaze softened slightly, as if recalling a figure etched deeply into her thoughts.
Alas, the Supreme Pontiff was willing, but the Teacher was heartless.
This made Bibi Dong very worried.
How to find a proper and graceful reason to go to Heart of Fire Academy to happily spend time with Teacher Xin was something she thought about every day.
Despite her position, despite her power, there were still things beyond her control.
And that… intrigued her even more.
It was at this moment that a cold and charming voice came from outside the palace:
"Nana has returned and requests to see Teacher."
The voice was respectful yet confident, carrying a quiet strength that hinted at the speaker's own abilities.
Bibi Dong's expression shifted almost instantly, her earlier amusement settling into composed authority.
"Come in."
The single word echoed through the hall, calm yet commanding.
And with it, the next move in this ever-unfolding game began.
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