News of Han Yu producing eight Soul Bones at once quickly reached the Papal Hall.
Outside the Papal Hall, Yue Guan could not help but complain, "Madness. This is absolute madness. Eight top-tier Soul Bones, including four Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. Has Han Yu lost his mind?!"
"Juhua Guan, being able to produce eight Soul Bones in one go is even crazier than losing his mind," Guimei said darkly.
Bibi Dong snorted. "Hmph, Qian Daoliu must have had a hand in this. Isn't he just trying to overturn the Soul Bone that should have belonged to Na Na? Why make it sound so grand and righteous!"
"Your Holiness, do you mean this is just a gimmick, and there aren't actually that many Soul Bones?" Yue Guan and Guimei asked in unison.
Bibi Dong shot them a glare. "Two months before the Soul Master Grand Competition begins, this matter was an absolute secret within the Hall. Keep your mouths shut!"
Yue Guan and Guimei sheepishly shrank their necks and repeatedly promised to do so.
After a pause, Bibi Dong continued, "The Soul Bones are real. Four Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones and four Nine-Thousand-Year Soul Bones. I saw them with my own eyes, and every one of them is of exceptional quality."
"Th-This..." Yue Guan and Guimei exchanged looks.
They were both high-ranking members of Spirit Hall, yet they had never heard that the Hall possessed Soul Bones of such immense age.
Suddenly, Yue Guan smiled. "Congratulations, Your Holiness! Congratulations!"
"Juhua Guan, have you gone mad?" Guimei asked, utterly baffled.
Bibi Dong gave a cold smile. "Na Na and the others are the most talented generation of Spirit Hall. Since Han Yu wants to give away Soul Bones, I'll gladly accept them."
Guimei immediately understood and assured her, "Rest assured,