"This is awful!"
A shadow fell over Lucia's face. She had to hide Su Xuan and get dressed before the Cold Spirit Saintess came in!
If the Cold Spirit Saintess were to witness her in this disgraceful state, it would be...
On top of that, Bing Qin's arrival meant she could no longer hide her identity from Su Xuan.
'It's too late!'
Down the steps, flurries of ice and snow swirled, slowly coalescing into the graceful figure of a woman in an ice-blue dress—the Cold Spirit Saintess herself.
"Pope..."
As soon as Bing Qin arrived at the Divine Hall of Light, a hint of surprise flashed across her face.
Normally, the Golden Throne always faced the entrance to the hall, but now... why was it turned around?
The reason the Golden Throne was turned around was, of course, because Lucia and Su Xuan were currently hiding behind it.
'It's over! What am I going to do?!'
