The atmosphere in the Pontiff Palace suddenly became somewhat strange, and Su Chen sensed several fleeting gazes turning toward him.
"Here we go again. Aren't you tired of this every single day?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo opened his eyes beside him, muttered under his breath, and stepped in front of Su Chen, shielding him from all manner of gazes.
Hmm?
"Does this happen every day?"
Su Chen raised an eyebrow and asked.
It seemed they were still targeting Bibi Dong; he had merely happened to catch it today?
"Of course. It's practically a regular show by now. But it's fine. Back when that old bastard Guang Ling was still around, things were far more dangerous than they are now. These people can't stir up much trouble."
Chrysanthemum Douluo shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned.
"Don't put yourself under any pressure either. Just treat it like listening to dogs bark."
He did not lower his voice in the slightest. In an instant, Su Chen felt several hostile gazes turn toward him.
What an indiscriminate attack.
The youth shook his head with a helpless smile, his gaze falling on the graceful figure seated upon the lofty throne as his brow furrowed slightly.
Sure enough, using certain privileges for his sake had brought Bibi Dong some trouble.
After all, the Pope's position had never been secure to begin with, and people were watching her at every turn. Bibi Dong had made no effort to conceal what she was doing, so it was only natural for others to seize upon it.
But just as Yue Guan had said, without a leader of sufficient standing, all they could do was irritate people. They could accomplish nothing else.
But why today?
"Mobilizing Healing System Soul Masters is His Holiness the Pope's right. Besides, our number one genius truly was seriously