"What is it?"
Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, grandfather and granddaughter, spoke at the same time.
"His Holiness the Pope, he..."
Under everyone's probing gazes, the messenger Soul Master was trembling all over.
He could barely even speak clearly.
Damn it, his luck was terrible. After losing the drawing of lots, he had been sent to deliver the news.
Shen Nuonuo's heartbeat quickened, worry written across her face.
Of course, she did not care about Qian Xunji. She was only afraid that Qian Renxue would be devastated.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qingluan Douluo, and Guangling Douluo exchanged looks. What had happened to Qian Xunji?
What could have happened?
Moon Guan sensed that things were going badly and tried even harder to shrink his presence.
Worry filled Ghostly Douluo's eyes, while his heart was overcome with shock.
Could it be that His Holiness the Pope had truly died young, just as Miss had said...
And then, after His Holiness's death, Young Master would go undercover in Heaven Dou?
No, that couldn't be!
After countless thoughts raced through his mind, Ghostly Douluo still forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart.
Qian Xunji, as the Pope, had always treated him well. Setting everything else aside, to Ghostly Douluo, Qian Xunji had been like a mentor.
"What happened to Dad?"
Qian Renxue's eyes reddened slightly. Waves of fear rose in her heart, and even her voice trembled.
No expression could be seen on Qian Daoliu's face, but anyone observant enough would notice that his shoulders were shaking and his throat had tightened.
"His Holiness the Pope was attacked. Due to the severity of his injuries, he passed away on the way back."
The Soul Master dropped to his knees, trembling, but still managed to state the matter clearly.
"What exactly happened?!" Qian Daoliu's expression was