Luo Chen listened to Qian Daoliu's words, cast one final glance at Qian Renxue, nodded, then walked out of the Hall of Judgment with heavy steps.
Of course, he knew Qian Daoliu wanted to send him away so he could tell Qian Renxue about Qian Xunji.
So be it!
He would give Xiao Xue some time to be free first. He believed that with his guidance afterward, Xiao Xue would gradually forget her grief.
Just as Luo Chen stepped out of the Hall of Judgment, a beam of dazzling sunlight shone down on him. Luo Chen spread his arms and breathed in the air outside.
His gaze fell upon the distant buildings, and he found that Spirit Hall had become far more magnificent than before. Brilliant golden structures stood everywhere, looking exceptionally eye-catching.
It seemed that his master, Bibi Dong, had governed Spirit Hall perfectly over the years.
Luo Chen leisurely made his way toward the Pope's Palace, only to spot a maid along the way.
When the maid saw Luo Chen's face, her eyes practically sparkled. She had never seen a youth as extraordinarily handsome as Luo Chen.
After carefully studying Luo Chen's familiar features, she seemed to recall something. She hurriedly withdrew her dazed gaze, set down what she was carrying, and bowed.
"Greetings, Your Royal Highness, the Saint Son."
The maid spoke respectfully.
"Are you talking about me?"
Hearing that form of address, Luo Chen was utterly confused. He turned to look around, found no one else nearby, then pointed at himself with his right hand and asked doubtfully.
Was she talking about me?
"Yes, Your Royal Highness, the Saint Son."
The maid continued.
"When did I become His Royal Highness, the Saint Son? How did I not know?"
Luo Chen asked with a puzzled expression.