San Huo—no, Yan—ultimately obediently left the Blacksmith General Association with the two Titled Douluo.
The group went straight to a Spirit Hotel in Gengxin City and settled in.
They booked a Douluo Room.
Yan, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo sat on one side.
Bibi Dong, Lin Ning, Lin An, Dai Mubai, and Little White sat on the other.
Seeing this, Yan, Dai Mubai, and Little White—the two men and one dog—tacitly moved aside.
There was no helping it!
Two Titled Douluo, the Pope of Spirit Hall, and her two children.
Little White was responsible for watching those two.
Naturally, little trash like Yan and Dai Mubai had no place at the table.
Yan and Dai Mubai crouched in a small corner.
One looked calm and unusually accustomed to it.
The other was utterly bewildered and visibly nervous.
Noticing Yan's unusual emotions, Dai Mubai prepared to comfort him as a "senior."
Besides, Yan was remarkably striking-looking—so much so that Dai Mubai found him somewhat familiar. Curious, he asked.
"Hey, brother, you look familiar. Where are you from?"
Yan answered indifferently.
"Spirit Hall..."
At this moment, Yan truly did not feel like talking.
From the moment he saw Pope Bibi Dong appear to the moment the two little brats called Bibi Dong Mother.
Yan had already felt that his future was utterly dark.
No, it should be said that his life seemed to be nearing its end.
Hadn't they said the two little brats had kidnapped the Pope?
Hadn't they said the two little brats were wanted criminals?
How had things taken such an absurd turn?
Was this some kind of joke?
And when had the Pope of Spirit Hall gotten children?
Forget about me not knowing—even all of Spirit Hall probably didn't know!
At this moment, Yan finally understood why the