Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 562 A Date with Bibi Dong

For a moment, Bibi Dong shook her head with a complicated expression.

The face in the mirror was both familiar and unfamiliar...

The naivety and tenderness of her youth have long been worn down by the papal crown, making her appear sharp and distinct. Seeing her again now feels like a lifetime ago.

Finally, she raised her eyes, looked at Dai Chengfeng reflected in the mirror, who stood behind her with a smug expression, and asked softly:

"Where...did you learn all this?"

Disguise is not uncommon, but it is rare to find one that is so exquisite and ingenious as to completely change a person's temperament and appearance without leaving a trace.

Dai Chengfeng smiled, his face bearing his usual languid and enigmatic smile, without offering a direct explanation.

He placed his hands on Bibi Dong's shoulders, leaned slightly forward, his chin almost touching the top of her hair, which exuded a faint fragrance, and met her gaze through the mirror, subtly changing the subject:
“My dear teacher, now is not the time to get to the bottom of things.”

"So, tell me, are you satisfied with my skills?"

Bibi Dong originally intended to habitually adopt the demeanor of a teacher, or with the majesty of a pope, and say "acceptable" or "so-so".

But when the words reached his lips, looking at the face in the mirror that had shed all its burdens and appeared exceptionally beautiful and serene, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say them.

After all, this is more than just an unfamiliar face...

Her slender fingers twitched slightly, but she ultimately did not touch her cheek. Instead, she gave an almost imperceptible nod to Dai Chengfeng in the mirror.

"I'm satisfied!"

A smile instantly spread across Dai Chengfeng's eyes. He straightened up and naturally took Bibi Dong's hand.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but they were firmly enveloped by his warm palm.

"Teacher, shall we... go?"

Bibi Dong felt the warmth from his palm and looked into his incredibly bright eyes, and the last trace of hesitation in her heart quietly disappeared.

She pursed her lips, suppressing the unfamiliar shyness and trepidation that belonged to a "young girl."

Finally, he nodded again.

The plan proceeded more smoothly than expected.

Dai Chengfeng had clearly planned this all along, having thoroughly investigated the rotation of guards and the movements of maids near the Pope's bedroom.

He led Bibi Dong by the hand, cleverly using the light and shadow and the blind spots in the corridor. In a few leaps, he had already avoided all the visible and hidden sentries and arrived at a secluded side door.

The side gate was usually only used by low-ranking servants responsible for purchasing, and the guards were relatively lax.

Dai Chengfeng grabbed Bibi Dong and they slipped away silently.

When her feet finally touched the smooth stone path outside the Spirit Hall and she felt the warm sunlight and the slightly noisy air, Bibi Dong was momentarily dazed.

For so many years, she had never left the Spirit Hall in this way.

Every time he went out, he was accompanied by a grand procession, with people kneeling before him and the spirit masters showing him awe.

Like this, just two people, hand in hand, walking down the street like any ordinary couple, are fragments of memories that have long since faded.

"Where...are we going?"

Bibi Dong subconsciously lowered her voice, as if afraid of being recognized by any passerby on the roadside.

Despite knowing that her facial disguise was flawless, the caution she had developed from being in a high position for so long made it difficult for her to completely relax.

Dai Chengfeng felt the slight dampness and a barely perceptible stiffness in her palm. He tightened his grip on her hand, turned his head, and gave her a bright, slightly roguish smile:

"To be honest... I haven't decided yet." "Hmm?" Bibi Dong looked up in surprise.

“Look, teacher,” Dai Chengfeng shook their clasped hands, his tone relaxed, “we’re… on a date, right?”

"When it comes to dating, what matters is who you're with, not which specific place you have to go."

"How about we just wander around aimlessly, wherever we end up, and stop whenever we see something interesting, okay?"

"Who, who's dating you!"

Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand away, but Dai Chengfeng held it even tighter.

She glared at him reproachfully, but her gaze lacked power; instead, it carried a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.

“Alright, alright, it’s not a date,” Dai Chengfeng readily agreed, but the smile in his eyes deepened. “It’s me accompanying Master to observe the people’s conditions, go deep into the grassroots, and understand the true nature of Martial Soul City.”

"Is this okay?"

As he spoke, he took her hand and they disappeared into the bustling crowd on the street.

As a holy land for soul masters, Wuhun City is far more prosperous than the capital of an ordinary empire.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and the shouts of vendors and peddlers filled the air.

There were shops selling all sorts of soul-guided gadgets, vendors selling soul beast pelts and bone cores, as well as ordinary restaurants, teahouses, clothing stores, and cosmetic shops.

Bibi Dong is like a young girl who has just entered the city, and everything is new and interesting to her.

The Wuhun City she had seen before was built on countless intelligence files and grand planning blueprints; it was cold, hard data and a strategic location.

At that moment, she smelled the sweet aroma of freshly roasted chestnuts, heard the enthusiastic shouts of vendors and the haggling of customers, and saw the vibrant expressions on the faces of ordinary people...

The weariness of struggling to make a living, the joy of buying something you like, and the happiness of gathering with friends.

Dai Chengfeng was extremely patient and accompanied her on a aimless stroll.

If he saw her gaze linger on a delicate but not very valuable piece of jewelry for a moment, he would immediately go up and buy it, and put it on her wrist or in her hair without saying a word.

If I see someone selling candied hawthorns, I'll buy a skewer and put it to her lips.

Watching her hesitate and carefully take a bite, then squint her eyes slightly at the sweet and sour taste, like a lazy cat.

At this moment, Bibidon had shed her papal robes and majesty.

Wearing a light purple dress that she had prepared beforehand, made of ordinary material but with a good cut, her disguised face was delicate and gentle, and she would frown slightly because of a string of candied hawthorns.

And when they see an interesting puppet show, their eyes will light up with curiosity.

She even gradually relaxed, no longer constantly vigilant about her surroundings, and would occasionally point to something and softly ask Dai Chengfeng what it was.

Dai Chengfeng patiently answered her questions, sometimes even making up funny stories that made her laugh.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, warm and gentle.

Dai Chengfeng held her hand tightly the whole time, as if afraid that she would get lost in this worldly life if she wasn't careful.

Bibi Dong felt a sense of security from being firmly protected, a long-lost, simple joy, like the first melting snow water gently soaking into her long-parched heart.

After walking for a while, Dai Chengfeng suddenly stopped, a perfectly timed expression of "annoyance" on his face:
"Oh dear, teacher, I think I left something at that soul tool shop earlier."

Can you wait for me here for a moment? I'll be right back!

Bibi Dong, unsuspecting, nodded and instructed, "Be careful, no need to rush."

(End of this chapter)