Meanwhile, in Spirit Hall's lounge.
The Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect quietly arrived and looked at the soldiers standing guard all around.
He nodded slightly. As everyone made way, he headed straight into the hall.
Platinum Bishop Salas had already been waiting there for him for quite some time.
Smiling broadly, the Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect nodded, stepped forward, and cupped his fist in greeting.
"Your Excellency, may I ask what instructions you have summoned me here for?"
Salas nodded with a smile, glanced at the Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect, and said mildly:
"You saw that Shrek Academy, didn't you? This fellow is a formidable rival of yours, and even more of a thorn in our Spirit Sect's eye, a nail in our flesh!"
"The three Soul Bones the Pope offered this time were prepared for them in the first place. If this fellow ruins the plan, my offense will be grave indeed. Do you understand what I mean?"
Hearing this, the Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect, still cupping his fist, laughed inwardly.
He thought that this old fellow Salas clearly wanted him to become the blade in his hand and eliminate this so-called Shrek Academy.
"I watched that battle. That fellow is just like my grandson, supporting his entire team with his strength alone!"
"But running into our Elephant Armored Sect will be their misfortune. Whether in attack or defense, we far surpass others. So, Bishop Salas, rest assured and leave it to me!"
Hearing the Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect say this, Bishop Salas smiled.
He nodded, turned around, and said calmly:
"Do a good job. You won't go unrewarded for this. Once this elite tournament is over, I'll mention you to His Holiness the Pope!"