She stepped forward, her gaze sizing him up from head to toe. The little fellow who had once only come up to her waist was now almost as tall as her shoulder.
It probably wouldn't take more than a few years for him to surpass her, the Pope.
She breathed in the aura around him, so similar to her own.
A faint glimmer of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.
"Teacher, here's your handkerchief. I just finished washing it."
Su Wen held out the handkerchief Bibi Dong had tossed to him.
"Keep it for yourself."
"Come with me."
Bibi Dong turned and strode outside, her long legs carrying her forward.
"Teacher, where exactly are we going?"
"The dungeon!"
Sacrifice
The Spirit Hall dungeon was gloomy and extremely secretive.
It held only Soul Masters.
The arrival of the Pope and the Holy Son left the guards looking both frightened and shocked.
"No one is to enter!"
Bibi Dong instructed the guards, then walked into the dungeon with Su Wen.
The stench inside made her delicate brows furrow.
She walked ahead, her exquisite clothes and the delicate fragrance about her utterly at odds with the disorder all around.
Every cell held prisoners. When they saw Bibi Dong arrive, their gazes grew feverish and their breathing turned ragged.
"Xiao Wen, the people held here have all offended the Spirit Hall. Some are traitors, some are Fallen Soul Masters, and some belong to other sects..."
"You need to know that Fallen Soul Masters are the most evil of all Soul Masters. Some lose their minds because of their Martial Souls, some are controlled by desire, and some suddenly obtain great power and look down on ordinary people, slaughtering them at will."
"The Spirit Hall exists to wipe out Fallen Soul Masters. Whenever one appears, the