One night passed.
Warm sunlight shone down on the mountains where the Pope's Palace stood. Beneath the golden rays, Ghost Douluo waited anxiously outside the palace doors, pacing back and forth.
The guard outside the palace doors could not help reminding him, "Your Eminence, you've been pacing outside the palace doors all night. You are one of Spirit Hall's pillars. You need to rest properly."
Hearing the guard's words, Ghost Douluo stopped and looked at the tightly shut palace doors, then let out a long sigh.
Dai Yao had stolen the One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring Bibi Dong had reserved. With Bibi Dong's personality, how could she possibly let it go? Dai Yao was his precious disciple's husband. If something happened to Dai Yao, he truly would not know how to explain it to Zhu Zhuqing.
But without Bibi Dong's permission, how would he dare barge in?
With her iron-fisted methods, Bibi Dong had already forged the Pope's Palace into a single rope. Her orders were supreme within the Pope's Palace, and no one dared disobey.
Thinking of this, his mood grew even more irritable.
A whole night had passed. How was Dai Yao now? From what he knew of Bibi Dong, Dai Yao had probably been tortured beyond recognition! He only hoped Bibi Dong would spare Dai Yao's life on account of his talent... As the sun gradually rose higher, a wave of heat slowly swelled, making Ghost Douluo's heart even more restless. Finally, with a creak from the massive palace doors, he abruptly turned his head and saw the doors slowly open, revealing Dai Yao's figure.
Ghost Douluo examined Dai Yao in surprise. From head to toe, Dai Yao showed not the slightest sign of damage; there was no missing arm or leg. Moreover, his spirit was