He directly told the other party his purpose in the simplest terms.
Half an hour later, inside the Pope's Palace council hall.
Yu Xiaogang quietly sipped premium tea as he waited in silence.
In the enormous council hall spanning over a thousand square meters, he was the only one present.
Yu Xiaogang's gaze remained fixed on the fragrant tea in his hands.
He did not spare a second glance for the resplendent splendor around him.
He simply waited in silence.
The three-meter-tall arched doors opened.
A gentle voice sounded from outside the doors.
"You wait outside. Without my orders, no one is to disturb us."
"Yes."
Yu Xiaogang finally shifted his gaze away from his tea.
He looked toward the doors of the council hall.
The doors opened, and a woman walked in from outside.
She was not tall, dressed in an exquisite black robe embroidered with gold patterns, with a Nine-Curve Purple-Gold Crown upon her head.
In her hand was a two-meter-long scepter studded with countless gems.
Her fair skin and nearly flawless features.
Made her seem so utterly extraordinary.
Especially the intangible nobility and holiness that radiated from her.
It made people unable to resist the urge to bow down in worship.
Yu Xiaogang remained seated. After entering through the doors, the woman also stopped walking.
Their gazes collided in midair.
No sparks flew.
Something more appeared in Yu Xiaogang's indifferent gaze.
There was apology, there were memories, but more than anything, there was melancholy.
A complicated change instantly appeared in the woman's eyes.
Though she appeared to be around thirty.
In truth, she was a year older than Yu Xiaogang.
She was already past fifty.
The scepter in her hand touched the floor.
It let out a soft chime.
"You came."
Her gentle, pleasant voice easily gave