"Young Master Long Yu, I am Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall Holy Temple in the Heaven Dou Empire. His Holiness the Pope has instructed me to cooperate with all your actions and provide the greatest possible support," Salas said with slight respect.
This young man's identity was anything but simple. He was His Holiness the Pope's disciple and had an excellent relationship with both the Papal Palace and the Elder Hall.
Having struggled in the Heaven Dou Empire for so many years, Salas could roughly tell that the young man before him had a great chance of being named Saint Son, or even inheriting the position of Pope.
He was only so young, yet he was already level 45! Worthy indeed of being His Holiness the Pope's disciple. With such talent, looking across the continent, what peer could compare to him?
"Go inform Snake Lance Douluo or Pufferfish Douluo. Tell them Long Yu has urgent business," Long Yu said as he looked at the white-haired old man before him. He was somewhat plump, but there was a gloomy cast in his eyes.
"Yes. Then please stay at the Spirit Hall Holy Temple first, Young Master Long Yu. I will immediately send someone to notify the two Elders," Salas said respectfully.
"Good. I will not forget you in the future. Perhaps I can help you break through to become a Titled Douluo," Long Yu said, sensing Salas's "sincerity."
For greedy people like this, as long as he was given enough benefits, his efficiency in handling matters would be astonishing.
"Then many thanks, Young Master. I will arrange your lodging and meals at once," Salas said with a beaming smile.
That night, Long Yu opened the window of his room and felt the cool breeze wash over him.