Martial Soul City, in front of the Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong set down the letter in her hand, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
That wretched girl, she really is just like her deadbeat father, truly detestable.
This letter came from Heaven Dou City, and its main content was Qian Renxue threatening her to hand over a person.
If Qian Renxue hadn't brought it up, she would have forgotten about Yang Wushuang entirely. After all, he was merely a Soul Saint; how could someone like that ever catch her attention? But now, prompted by Qian Renxue and thinking of Yun Ming, she had to carefully consider whether this person had any other value to exploit.
Just as Bibi Dong was brainstorming, an armored knight walked onto the hall. The knight knelt on one knee to salute and reported to Bibi Dong.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, an Elder is outside requesting an audience."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong snapped back to reality and spoke calmly.
"Which Elder?"
The knight looked at Bibi Dong with reverence and replied respectfully.
"It is a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a Pope Decree, with Soul Power not even reaching level thirty. He calls himself 'Great Master'."
The title, the strength, the characteristics—everything matched. Bibi Dong naturally knew who had come. Her peerless face, which was usually so calm that it seemed as if the sky could fall without her showing a flicker of emotion, underwent a very distinct change.
Three parts pleasant surprise, three parts astonishment, three parts pain, and one part nostalgia—a myriad of emotions, all present.
The knight watched as the usually aloof and magnificent Pope displayed such obvious emotional fluctuations because of a piece of trash. Moreover, the complexity of her expression was as if she had met a long-lost lover. His image of the tall, majestic Pope suffered a severe blow.
No way, Boss! Don't tell me you're into this type?!
The Messenger Knight exclaimed inwardly, feeling as if his idol had fallen and his fan mentality was on the verge of shattering.
After all, the entry requirement for their Hall Guardian Knights was level fifty, and they didn't accept anyone too old. Now, he vaguely realized that the idol in his heart actually liked a self-righteous piece of trash. He simply couldn't accept it!
If you asked him why he thought that man was self-righteous, well, nonsense—who else could have the audacity to use his level twenty-something cultivation to act all arrogant in front of them, a group of Soul Kings, and call himself "Great Master"? If not for the Honorary Elder Token, he would have wanted to give that shameless man two big slaps on the spot to bring him back to reality.
Bibi Dong did not know that her image in the hearts of her followers was collapsing. She only knew that she hadn't seen him in over twenty years. How should she face him now? Should she maintain a haughty posture? Was her appearance today radiant enough? These were the only thoughts flashing through her mind.
Inside the grand hall, silence fell. Bibi Dong was planning in detail, considering the nuances of the meeting and the potential content of their conversation. The Messenger Knight, meanwhile, waited for orders while observing his idol's rich facial expressions, his terrible suspicion growing closer to reality, and he roared internally.
No!!
After long deliberation, Bibi Dong felt the strange gaze of her subordinate and finally remembered that she was still the Pope, supreme above all. She hurriedly regained her usual calm, composed posture and issued an order.
"Take him to the Council Hall. Treat him well; do not be negligent."
The knight received the order and withdrew.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
However, compared to when he entered the hall to report, his tone lacked a bit of vitality.
Bibi Dong was a bit confused by her subordinate's sudden change, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that she had to hurry and dress up; this meeting could not afford any mistakes. Then, a flash of purple light appeared, and she vanished from the hall. As for the matter of Yang Wudi, it was cast to the back of her mind.
Half an hour later, in the Council Hall of the Pope Palace. Great Master was quietly sipping high-quality tea, waiting in silence.
In the massive Council Hall, spanning over a thousand square meters, he was the only one there.
Great Master's gaze remained focused on the tea in his hand. He didn't spare a single glance at the magnificent, golden surroundings. He was just waiting quietly. As the former Blue Lightning Young Master, these things were quite hard to impress him.
The three-meter-high arched door opened, and a soft voice rang out from outside.
"You all stand guard outside. Without my orders, no one is allowed to disturb us."
"Yes."
Great Master's gaze finally shifted from the tea. He looked toward the direction of the Council Hall doors.
The door opened, and Bibi Dong walked in from outside.
She wore a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold patterns, a Nine Twists Purple Gold Crown on her head, and held a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gemstones. Her fair skin and near-perfect face made her look so unique and dazzling.
In particular, the invisible noble and sacred aura she exuded made one unable to help but feel a desire to prostrate and worship.
Great Master sat there, and Bibi Dong also stopped in her tracks. Their gazes collided in the air. No sparks flew. Something extra appeared in Great Master's indifferent eyes—there was apology, there was memory, but more than that, there was desolation.
"You've come."
Bibi Dong's voice lacked its usual majesty, easily giving one a gentle and refined feeling. To put it another way, it sounded a bit like a "coquettish" tone.
As a master of "soft rice," our Great Master didn't have much practical experience, but he was naturally gifted. As soon as Bibi Dong's voice came out, he knew she still had lingering feelings. He instinctively adjusted his strategy, his gaze becoming strained. He pressed his hands on the table in front of him, stood up, turned to Bibi Dong, and said.
"Yes, I have come. How have you been?"
Yu Xiaogang's sudden concern caught Bibi Dong off guard. She was very happy, but she didn't want him to know she was happy, so her reply became.
"Supreme above all, what could be bad? As the ruler of the Martial Soul Hall, even the emperors of the Two Great Empires must show me respect when they see me. Do you think there is anything that could be bad for me?"
Hearing Bibi Dong's reply, Yu Xiaogang immediately seized the opportunity and sighed.
"Bibi Dong, I know the bitterness in your heart."
Bibi Dong said haughtily.
"Bibi Dong? If you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten that name. Please call me Pope, or address me as Your Corona. I am no longer the foolish Bibi Dong I once was."
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Great Master responded desolately. His pupils contracted slightly, and a trace of pain flowed from his eyes. He turned around, walked to the seat where he had previously sat, and stood there, holding the tea. His whole person seemed to have fallen into the memories of the past.
Looking at Great Master's back, the indifference in the Pope's eyes vanished, and a trace of unbearable emotion flashed through them.
If that knight from earlier had been present, he would have surely risked his life to remonstrate, urging Bibi Dong to wake up—this piece of trash was mentally manipulating her!
Bibi Dong tried hard to maintain her calm and said.
"What is the reason you came to find me?"
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