The official in charge of the side hall said calmly, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Yu Xiaogang. I'll send someone to fetch it right away."
He had already been told to make things difficult for Yu Xiaogang, so naturally, he dragged his feet as much as possible.
In his current condition, Yu Xiaogang could not hold out much longer. He was destined to leave before the man he sent could "retrieve" the Pope Token.
Seeing that the side hall's staff still showed no sign of returning, Yu Xiaogang hurried outside and ran straight down the mountain.
He believed that his face alone would still get him back onto Papal Mountain later.
A quarter of an hour later, Yu Xiaogang arrived at the foot of Papal Mountain, his face brimming with relief.
This time, he was not so lucky. The guards stopped him.
"Are those dog eyes of yours blind? Take a good look at who I am!" Yu Xiaogang cursed.
The guard captain at the foot of the mountain replied indifferently, "It's getting late. Whoever you are, unless His Holiness the Pope has personally summoned you, you cannot go up the mountain!"
"If you want to see His Holiness the Pope, come back tomorrow."
Once Yu Xiaogang calmed down, he remembered that Spirit Hall did have such a rule.
The Pope was not a machine. She needed rest too. Surely she could not spend all twenty-four hours of the day receiving her subordinates?
Yu Xiaogang turned and left.
He believed Bibi Dong already knew he had arrived.
Although his Pope Token was still in the Papal Palace, he had never heard of one being withheld in all these years.
Yu Xiaogang therefore paid it little mind and returned to the hotel room he had booked in the city that