Chapter 624: The Pope Calls Him Teacher

"Hehehe, if Auntie Pope called Grandpa Jian 'Teacher', he would definitely be able to brag about it in front of Grandpa Gu for many years..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes shining with excitement also infected Zhu Zhuqing.

She blinked her little cat-like eyes: "Doesn't Qin Jian call Sect Master Ning 'Uncle'? Shouldn't Auntie Pope call him that too?"

Bibi Dong's expression changed again and again, and finally, she hardened her heart and gritted her teeth: "It's nothing for me to call him Teacher, but after that, I will be of the same generation as Qin Jian, and you must call me Sister Pope!"

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing looked at each other, both seeing the amusement in the other's eyes.

Sister Pope? That's impossible...

When the carriage of Qin Jian's party arrived at the main gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, and Gu Douluo were already standing in front of the gate.

Evidently, Ning Fengzhi and the others hadn't taken a carriage, but had flown back directly, and only after hearing the news that Bibi Dong would be coming did they wait at the gate.

Qin Jian stepped off the carriage first, followed by Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing who jumped down one after another.

When Bibi Dong walked to the gate, Qin Jian saw her slightly cautious movements, couldn't help but smile knowingly, and reached out his hand: "Come."

At this moment, someone also brought over a stepping stool for Bibi Dong to walk down gracefully, step by step.

"Teacher, Uncle Ning, Gu Douluo."

Qin Jian raised his hand to greet them, but the gazes of Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo were focused only on the hand he was holding Bibi Dong with.

This Pope, was she actually following Qin Jian's side so meekly?

"Pope!"

Ning Fengzhi placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"No need for such formalities."

Bibi Dong habitually raised her hand, but then saw Jian Douluo and Gu Douluo behind Ning Fengzhi also bowing in salute.

She hurriedly shook off Qin Jian's hand and avoided the direction of Jian Douluo.

"Jian Douluo, you are Qin Jian's teacher, there is no need to salute me..."

Bibi Dong's slightly awkward appearance left the three of them stunned, and her next words made their eyes widen even further.

"Um... following Qin Jian's lead, I..."

Bibi Dong smoothed her hair to hide her embarrassment: "I should also call you... Tea... Teacher..."

Jian Douluo simply couldn't believe his ears, his icy face completely unfreezing: "You, you, you... you called me Teacher?!"

Once the words were out, the Pope felt much more relaxed.

At this moment, the feeling of awkwardness also slowly faded away.

She smiled slightly: "In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I am not the Pope of the Spirit Hall; I am just a woman following Qin Jian."

Following the shock of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Fengzhi and the other two also cast looks of profound admiration toward Qin Jian, with only one meaning in their eyes:

How on earth did you manage to get your hands on this Pope?

Qin Jian saw their expressions, spread his hands, and tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were crazily trying to lift.

"Teacher, Uncle Ning, please feel free to do as you please, I'll take her around for a walk," he said.

Originally, with an identity like the Pope coming to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi would certainly have had to accompany her.

But looking at Bibi Dong and Qin Jian now, it was clearly more like Qin Jian bringing her home, not a visit in the capacity of the Pope.

"Then you take the Pope for a good walk, we won't disturb you."

Ning Fengzhi and the other two left directly.

At this time, Ning Rongrong finally couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect Auntie Pope to be so willing to set aside her pride and actually call Grandpa Jian 'Teacher'..."

Bibi Dong saw Jian Douluo walk away and also subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, she looked down on them from a high position, but now seeing them as elders, this feeling was too strange.

"I am now of the same generation as Qin Jian, and you still call me Auntie?" Bibi Dong squinted at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes and said as a matter of course: "It doesn't matter, you are the same generation as Brother Jian, we can be one generation younger than him, at worst we'll just call you Uncle! Don't you think so, Zhuqing?"

Zhuqing understood, immediately stepped forward to hug Qin Jian's arm tightly, and lifted her cold, aloof face: "Uncle!"

Qin Jian covered his forehead.

Bibi Dong: "..."

Why could these two little vixens be so shameless?

She glanced over, seemingly seeing that under Zhuqing's physical and verbal attacks, Qin Jian had some small reactions...

"Qin Jian, this is my first time here, aren't you going to take me around?" Bibi Dong suddenly spoke.

Qin Jian looked up, only to see her seemingly gentle face and her actually murderous eyes.

"Cough..."

He gave a dry cough, hurriedly pulled his hand out from the softness it was buried in, and said with a straight face: "Rongrong, Zhuqing, I'll take her for a walk, you two go rest first."

"We aren't tired, we can be your guides together."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing decisively chose to continue being lightbulbs.

Facing such a lifelong enemy as the Pope, they were full of fighting spirit.

"Qin Jian, this is my first time, you wouldn't want other women to participate, would you?"

Bibi Dong's gaze was like a sharp sword; it seemed that if Qin Jian dared to agree, she would make him lose his head.

Qin Jian immediately shivered, fear. jpg.

"Auntie Pope is being too much of a stranger, we are just being hospitable," Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

"You, hospitable?"

Bibi Dong pointed at Zhu Zhuqing: "She isn't even from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what kind of hospitality is that?"

Before Zhu Zhuqing could speak, Ning Rongrong put her arm around her shoulder and said: "We are sisters, my home is her home."

"And your man is her man too?" Bibi Dong crossed her arms and squinted.

To her surprise, Ning Rongrong said without hesitation: "Yes."

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, looked at Ning Rongrong, and then looked at Zhu Zhuqing: "It seems you have joined forces..."

At this moment, she thought of many things.

Analyzing palace intrigue with a combative mindset for the first time, she realized there were actually quite a few tricks to it.

Originally, her mindset was one of supremacy; regardless of power or men, she wanted to have them all to herself.

But now, Ning Rongrong had clearly united with others to exclude those she disagreed with; this way of playing...

The Pope had a headache.

She really did not want to share with others, but Ning Rongrong's mindset was vastly different from hers—uniting those she could accept and striking at those she disliked—which looked much more effective than her own closed-door policy.

Putting herself in Qin Jian's shoes, it was obvious which side carried more weight.

What's more, Ning Rongrong was someone Qin Jian could never let go of, which made it very uncomfortable...

Seeing that Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time, Qin Jian thought she had been angered by Ning Rongrong and the others, so he reached out and pulled both Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing into his arms, saying softly: "Don't give her any more trouble, alright? It's already very awkward for her to come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect alone."

Seeing Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing being held by him together without any resistance, Bibi Dong felt another wave of frustration.

These two were both women of stunning talent and peerless beauty; how could they reach such a level...

"Alright then, Brother Jian can take her for a walk alone..."

Glancing at the Pope's expression, Ning Rongrong decided to quit while she was ahead.

She whispered softly into Qin Jian's ear: "Come back after you're done walking, you still need to get some good rest..."

(End of this chapter)