Two Martial Souls, one black and one white, stood silently behind Ye Qifeng, continually radiating soft halos of black and white light.
Bibi Dong lay quietly on the Pope Throne, a rosy flush on her beautiful face and a faint smile curving her red lips, immersed in boundless comfort and peace.
As her breathing gradually steadied, Bibi Dong finally shed all her exhaustion and drifted into sweet dreams.
Ye Qifeng stopped what he was doing and gently lifted her into his arms, resting her against the hollow of his shoulder before turning and returning to the Pope Exclusive Rest Room behind the Pope Throne.
To host the Grand Finals of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, Spirit City had set aside a dedicated venue.
The venue lay at the very center of Spirit City.
The enormous ring was built entirely of granite and measured a full hundred meters across.
To prevent damage, the massive competition platform had also been reinforced with a vast number of Soul Tools, allowing it to withstand any attack from a Spirit Master below the Soul Emperor level without breaking.
Only an organization as fabulously wealthy as Spirit Hall had both the means and the willingness to make such arrangements.
Had it been left to the Two Great Empires, Heaven Dou and Star Luo, they would never have been willing to expend such enormous resources and wealth on something so demanding yet so unrewarding.
After all, imperial nobles were greedy by nature. It was already a blessing if they refrained from squeezing people dry and sucking their blood. Prying resources and wealth out of their hands was harder than climbing to heaven.
Directly in front of the Competition Ring stood the Pope Palace, less than a thousand meters away.
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