Other than Wang Yuan, who else could have been sitting on the Papal Throne and calmly watching Su Yuntao?
Wang Yuan wore a faint smile as he looked at the Spirit Hall Branch steward from the small city of Notting.
"Don't be afraid. I only called you here this time to ask you a question. Relax."
Only then did Su Yuntao breathe a sigh of relief. Gathering his courage, he raised his head and glanced at the person seated upon the Papal Throne.
Sitting on the throne was a young man. His handsome appearance was secondary; what truly stood out was the serene yet otherworldly aura surrounding him, as though he were a carefree immortal untouched by mortal worries.
For a moment, Su Yuntao stood frozen. It was only Qian Daoliu's light cough that brought him back to his senses.
Only then did Su Yuntao realize what had happened. He hurriedly lowered his head, feeling deeply uneasy as he wondered whether this young lord would blame him.
To his surprise, Wang Yuan merely smiled faintly and did not take the matter to heart, instead bringing up something else.
"Have you recently gone to perform awakening ceremonies for children in several villages?"
Hearing Wang Yuan mention this, Su Yuntao quickly nodded. "That is correct."
"Were there any unusual circumstances?"
"Unusual circumstances?" Su Yuntao murmured, recalling and pondering as he spoke.
Then his eyes lit up. He suddenly remembered that child whose spirit was the Waste Spirit Blue Silver Grass, yet who possessed Innate Full Soul Power!
"There was one child who was somewhat unusual, though I do not know whether it counts as an anomaly."
Wang Yuan's eyes brightened. "Tell me."
"In Holy Soul Village, there was a little boy whose spirit was clearly the Waste Spirit Blue Silver Grass, yet