At the foot of Pope Mountain.
Dai Yao climbed the steps, looking at each once-familiar scene, yet he had no mind for memories at all.
Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo kept silent in perfect tacit understanding and led the way ahead. Cyan Luan Douluo also said nothing, merely following closely beside them. The surrounding guards were like sculptures, making no sound whatsoever.
On the sacred stairway, only the footsteps of the few of them echoed.
"We're here."
Before long, the four of them reached the platform before the Pope's Palace. Chrysanthemum Douluo turned his head and said to Dai Yao.
"Thank you."
Dai Yao nodded, and just as he was about to walk forward, a voice sounded by his ear.
"Dai Yao, Bibi Dong is no kind soul. If you run into danger, make a commotion inside the Pope's Palace, and I'll charge in to save you."
The one transmitting the message was none other than Cyan Luan Douluo.
Dai Yao was the husband of his precious disciple Feng Wutong; he could not bear to see Feng Wutong wash her face with tears.
Although he did not know why Dai Yao had left Spirit Hall, nor why Bibi Dong had first schemed to kill Dai Yao, then later protected him under pressure from everyone, he did know that Bibi Dong had once harbored hostility toward Dai Yao. For that reason, he was very worried that Bibi Dong might make a move during her meeting with Dai Yao today.
The current Bibi Dong made even him feel deep fear.
Hearing this, Dai Yao was slightly startled, then turned back and smiled faintly at Cyan Luan Douluo in thanks.
Then he stepped forward and walked up to the enormous, solemn stone doors.
Putting strength into both hands, he slowly pushed them open. The heavy