On the mighty Liu Yan River, a large pleasure barge drifted with the current. Yet strangely, not a single person could be seen on its deck.
However, the hall within the barge was filled with experts.
Every expert present was a Saint Domain combatant. Nine chairs had been placed in the hall, arranged in three directions.
Linley, Buck, and Zhou Tong sat side by side. Necromancer Saint Archmage Syler stood behind them, while Beibei lay sprawled across Linley's lap.
There were only three seats on each side. With Zhou Tong present, there was naturally no seat for Syler.
On the other side, Pope Haitings of the Church of Light, Chief Judge Wushenuo, and the ascetic Luoye sat side by side. On the Church of Darkness's side, Pope Afraik, Grand Elder of Judgment Oakesi, and Leader of Fallen Angels Climerson took their seats in turn.
Saint Domain Angels and Fallen Angels stood behind them respectively.
Once all three sides were seated, the Pope of Light and the Pope of Darkness swept their gazes over Zhou Tong. A trace of jealousy and dissatisfaction surfaced in both their hearts.
They could naturally tell that Zhou Tong was in the Saint Domain. They also knew that Linley had appointed Zhou Tong as the court's chief mage. Such a young Saint Archmage had even broken Linley's record; they could scarcely imagine it.
Such a genius should have belonged to them, yet he had instead joined Linley's side.
Geniuses keep emerging, but why must they all become our enemies? The thoughts of the two popes grew somewhat twisted.
Linley was a genius, yet he had stood against them. Kahn was also a genius, and the same was true of him.
However, once everyone had taken their places, the talks soon began. Yet before they had gone