"Your Excellency the Pope, I think that voice belonged to the Great Enshrined, Qian Daoliu."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes shifted as he wondered what was on his mind. He spoke submissively.
"Mm."
Bibi Dong's delicate brows were tightly furrowed. Her jade-white right hand supported her head, and she looked as though she too had run into something troubling. Without even raising her eyes, she merely gave a quiet response.
As the Pope of Spirit Hall, if even Chrysanthemum Du could recognize the voice, then she had naturally known long ago that the person competing with her in the end was Qian Daoliu.
To outsiders, the Pope was Spirit Hall's absolute ruler, supreme and exalted.
The spiritual leader of all Soul Masters under heaven.
But she knew.
The truly unfathomable force within Spirit Hall was the Worship Hall.
The seven enshrined led by Qian Daoliu were all experts above Level 95, terrifying beyond measure.
Even if all the Titled Douluo under the Papal Palace and Elder Hall she controlled were added together, they would not be a match for those seven enshrined.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, there was likely no other faction that possessed so many Super Douluo!
On the Douluo Continent, strength was the final word.
Thus, although Qian Daoliu did not meddle in political affairs within Spirit Hall, if he spoke, no one dared defy him!
This had been her only concern all these years.
Especially if Qian Daoliu learned the truth about that matter and a direct conflict broke out with the Worship Hall, judging by their current overall strength, her chances of losing were far greater than her chances of winning.
The current peace, which gave her enough time to cultivate, was already the best possible outcome.
It was not worth clashing with Qian Daoliu over a