"Yeah, Xiao Yi, hurry up and go."
Huo Yun nodded in approval and urged Quan Yi on.
Quan Yi looked around and saw that everyone wore expressions of agreement, so inwardly, he stopped declining.
His gaze firm, he looked ahead, took a step, and walked toward Bibi Dong.
As he drew near Bibi Dong, Quan Yi felt that unknown sense of coercion even more clearly.
This was not some mental perception at work, nor some other mysterious sixth sense.
Instead, as Quan Yi approached Bibi Dong, every pore on his body opened unconsciously, and all the fine hairs across him rose slightly beyond his control.
Quan Yi's body was using its own instinctive reaction to send Quan Yi a signal of danger.
Of course, apart from that, in terms of appearance, the feeling Bibi Dong gave Quan Yi was the complete opposite.
An exquisitely beautiful face, a noble bearing—this person's looks were not inferior to Huo Wu's.
In Quan Yi's heart, that evaluation could be said to be the highest form of praise.
From this, one could tell just how deep an impression the Pope had left on Quan Yi.
And while Quan Yi was observing Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong was also carefully observing Quan Yi.
Looking at Quan Yi's towering figure, Bibi Dong could sense the surging vitality and power hidden within his flesh.
Bibi Dong, who prided herself as a genius, after feeling the aura Quan Yi gave off, had no choice but to admit that in terms of talent, she seemed unable to compare with this youth.
Even though she possessed Twin Martial Souls.
The Pope lifted her head to look up at Quan Yi. A glint flashed through her eyes, and she spoke evenly. "Your excellence is beyond doubt. With your talent, who knows what level