Staring at the bare bamboo skewer in Ah Yin's hand, Bibi Dong's victorious smile froze—then cracked—then shattered completely.
The light in her amethyst eyes went out inch by inch, replaced by the most primitive, unfiltered fury known to womankind.
"Ah—!!!"
A scream that absolutely did not belong to a dignified Supreme Pontiff tore through Feng Ran Pavilion.
Bibi Dong lunged forward, grabbed Ah Yin by the shoulders, and shook her with all her strength.
"Mine! That was mine! MINE!!"
"Spit it out! Spit it out right now!!"
Ah Yin was shaken until the world spun.
Her stomach churned. The skewer she'd just eaten nearly made a return appearance.
Her blue eyes were filled with genuine innocence and confusion.
"It's… just a skewer…"
"Is it… really that serious…?"
"I—I really didn't mean to…"
"If you keep shaking me, I'm going to—ugh—"
Hu Liena nearly died laughing.
She slapped a hand over her mouth, shoulders trembling violently. Her fox eyes curved into perfect crescents, tears squeezing out from the corners.
Serves her right!
Didn't you just try to crush everyone with the entire continent?
Karma works fast.
Hu Liena grabbed a beer and took a huge gulp, gloating openly now.
Flipping the table?
Playing dirty?
Heaven sees everything.
Lin Feng pinched the bridge of his nose.
A Spirit Hall Pope—supreme authority of the continent—was currently shaking a Hundred-Thousand-Year spirit beast in human form like a marketplace shrew, screaming "spit it out."
No one would believe this even if it were written down.
"Alright, alright."
He sighed.
With one hand holding a freshly grilled skewer, Lin Feng casually lifted the rampaging Bibi Dong by the collar with the other, like picking up an unruly kitten.
"If you shake her any harder," he said calmly, "she's going to throw up on you."
He seated Bibi Dong back down and handed her the new skewer—golden, sizzling, aroma at its absolute peak.
"Here. Yours."
Bibi Dong was still trembling slightly. The anger in her eyes hadn't fully faded as she stared up at him.
"This one isn't the same," she said hoarsely.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"How is it different?"
"The one just now was the first skewer," she snapped, grinding each word out.
Lin Feng chuckled.
"If you didn't get the first, the second tastes the same."
Light words.
Fatal damage.
This was never about taste.
This was about status.
Recognition.
A declaration of victory she'd wagered everything on.
And now?
That victory had been snatched away by a stray weed that appeared out of nowhere—and he dared say first and second were the same?
She couldn't accept it.
She was just about to say I don't want it—
When she felt it.
Two gazes.
Hostile.
Predatory.
Starving.
Hu Liena was leaning forward, fox eyes wide, expression screaming: If you're not eating it, I will.
Zhu Zhuyun had already shifted half out of her chair, muscles coiled, ready to sprint.
That wasn't the look of someone eyeing food.
That was someone staring at a vacant throne.
Bibi Dong's mind snapped clear.
The first skewer was gone.
If she rejected the second…
Then everything she'd just declared—continent, throne, herself—would become the biggest joke of the night.
No.
Absolutely not.
If she couldn't have the title, no one was taking the power.
Before reason could interfere, her body moved.
She snatched the skewer in a blur and clutched it to her chest like a lioness guarding her kill, glaring fiercely at Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuyun.
"What are you looking at?"
"This is mine too!"
She bit down hard.
The aroma exploded across her tongue.
Crispy skin.
Juicy meat.
Perfect seasoning.
Delicious.
So delicious it nearly made her cry.
And yet—
Her brows furrowed.
The taste was right.
The cooking was flawless.
But something was missing.
She shot a vicious side-glance at the smug Ah Yin.
She understood now.
This skewer lacked only one ingredient.
Victory.
After that, Bibi Dong stopped speaking.
She just drank.
Glass after glass, like she was pouring water down her throat.
Soon her fair face flushed a captivating red, eyes hazy, body swaying.
"Hic~"
A burp heavy with alcohol slipped from her lips.
Done.
She felt fantastic. Braver than ever.
She staggered to her feet and linked arms with Lin Feng, her cheek pressing naturally against his shoulder, as if it had always belonged there.
"Hic~"
Warm, fragrant breath brushed his neck.
Zhu Zhuyun and Hu Liena went stiff.
…So that's it.
She wasn't drowning her sorrows at all.
She was using alcohol as a license to misbehave.
No wonder she drank like water.
"Lin Feng…"
Bibi Dong murmured, her voice soft, sweet, stripped of all papal authority.
"You… you gave me the second skewer…"
"So in the end…"
"I still won, right?"
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