Pope's Palace, atop the throne.
Bibi Dong wore a purple gown and the Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown. A Gem Scepter nearly two meters long and studded with countless jewels rested casually at her feet.
Her eyes were slightly lowered, her fair hand holding a document with the words "Xiao Yan" clearly visible on it.
Yet further down, there was nothing but blank space.
"Elder Moon Pass, what does this mean?" A chilling frost burst from Bibi Dong's violet eyes.
She looked at the man kneeling on one knee below her. He wore golden armor, his skin as smooth and tender as a baby's, his features exquisite and alluring.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's body trembled slightly. "Your Holiness the Pope, this is all the information on Xiao Yan. This subordinate believes..."
Though he did not finish, his meaning was clear.
To erase a person's traces so completely, within Martial Soul Hall, only the Worship Hall besides the Pope's Palace possessed such authority.
"Go to the Worship Hall and retrieve his file." Bibi Dong's voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.
"Yes." Chrysanthemum Douluo's figure swiftly vanished.
A moment later, he reappeared in the hall empty-handed, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "Your Holiness the Pope... Golden Crocodile Douluo sent word that Xiao Yan's records have been classified as Martial Soul Hall's highest secret. You... do not have the authority to access them."
Boom—!!
Terrifying pressure surged outward like a tidal wave. Bibi Dong abruptly rose from her throne, the Gem Scepter already clenched in her palm.
Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a muffled groan and was forced to one knee, cold sweat beading at his temples.
"Good. So I have no authority to access them." Fury roiled in Bibi Dong's eyes.
As the Martial Soul Hall Pope, she had been stripped even of