Spirit Hall needed it badly.
But as a friend, whether it was Bo Saixi or Spirit Hall, perhaps staying out of both sides' affairs was the best choice for now.
Watching Qian Daoliu leave, Bo Saixi hesitated for a moment, then flew toward Spirit City.
The city's bustling streets and lively atmosphere were completely different from Sea God Island.
The next day, inside Pope Hall.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, at rank 96.
Ghost Douluo, at rank 95.
Sea Turtle Douluo, at rank 91.
To travel to the Far North for Spirit Rings, Bibi Dong brought not only the three of them, but also dozens of Cardinals.
With Bibi Dong, a Peak Douluo, among them,
the lineup was formidable.
Bibi Dong was fully confident they would hunt down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast.
"Teacher, I'm here!"
Su Wen walked into the hall and saw that everyone had already gathered.
He was the only one missing.
He looked a little embarrassed.
His gaze lingered a little longer on Sea Turtle Douluo.
He was a smooth-faced, 250-pound fat man whose specialty was defense.
He was currently the Ninth Elder of Spirit Hall.
"Good. Let's set off!"
Bibi Dong paid no mind to Su Wen's lateness.
She rose and strode down from the Pope Chair.
The others followed behind her. They had grown used to the Pope's attitude toward the Holy Son.
They all knew that the Pope practically doted on the Holy Son like a son of her own.
Just then, a Palace Guard Knight hurried into the hall.
He dropped to one knee before Bibi Dong.
"Your Holiness the Pope, a woman outside who claims to be the High Priest of Sea God Island wishes to see you!"
Bibi Dong's expression turned displeased.
Su Wen was speechless too. He hadn't expected her to show up