As that voice rang out, Qian Renxue descended from the sky and landed at the entrance of the Spirit Hall Sacred Hall. She wore a long white dress embroidered with golden divine patterns, and behind her stood a beautiful angel with three pairs of holy wings spread wide.
Qian Renxue walked toward the hall step by step, holy and noble, drawing everyone's gaze and filling them with the urge to prostrate themselves before her.
At that moment, everyone's eyes widened. They had seen the legendary Angel Spirit!
Anyone with even a little common sense knew who this girl was, because there were only two people in the world with an Angel Spirit.
"Saintess, Lady Qian Renxue!"
In an instant, Salas and the others bowed respectfully. Pointing angrily at Little Jiu, Salas said, "My lady, he stole a token from our Spirit Hall and even shamelessly claimed that it belonged to his wife. We were just about to pass judgment on him!"
"Oh, really?"
Qian Renxue walked toward Little Jiu step by step. Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, she bent down and lightly pecked his cheek before smiling.
"He was right. I gave him that token!"
At that moment, everyone was dumbfounded. The Saintess had actually admitted it. Were they dreaming?
Like a duck with its throat squeezed shut, Salas's eyes bulged as strange croaks came from his throat. His mind was buzzing.
What did I just see? What did I just hear?
That bastard had actually been telling the truth. Did that mean he really was the prospective Pope, the disciple of the current Pope, Bibi Dong?
"Greetings, my lord!"
Cold sweat poured down Salas's face. The next moment, he immediately dropped to his knees in salute.
Shui Bing'er was the most bewildered of all. Rumor had it that Myriad