"Let's go."
As he looked at the entire city preparing today's ceremony for his joining Spirit Hall with the highest honors, Dai Yao's heart stirred. He felt the respect coming from Spirit Hall. Turning his head, he glanced at the two women behind him, a flash of amazement crossing his eyes, and smiled softly.
Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Wutong were both dressed in red robes. Both women were breathtakingly beautiful, wearing garments that only red-robed bishops were qualified to don.
Zhu Zhuqing had changed out of the black skintight leather outfit she had worn year in and year out, and into a loose crimson robe, but her explosive figure still could not be concealed.
The red-robed bishop's robe was not only made from extremely rare materials and comfortable to wear, it was also a low-level Soul Tool, with a defensive effect capable of withstanding attacks from a Soul Elder.
More importantly, it was exquisitely crafted, with intricate golden patterns. Worn on their bodies, it added a touch of nobility and mystery to the two women.
"Mm."
The two women nodded with smiles, looking at the exceptionally heroic Dai Yao, their beautiful eyes shining with unusual brilliance. Then they followed Dai Yao and slowly walked toward the Pope's Palace.
The inn's doors stood wide open. Sunlight rushed toward them, and after a brief moment of blindness, a deeply stirring scene entered their eyes.
"What is this?"
Glancing at the two red-robed bishops who smiled warmly at him, Dai Yao immediately returned the courtesy. Then he looked into the distance, and his pupils abruptly shrank as he said in shock.
Before him, on both sides of the street, at fixed intervals, stood a red-robed bishop on each side, silent and solemn, like a long red dragon stretching all the way to the