Pope Palace.
Council Hall.
Bibi Dong sat upright upon the Pope Throne, holding the more than two-meter-tall Pope Scepter in her hand. Her beautiful face was cold and regal, maintaining the Pope's majesty.
Below the steps to the left stood the enchanting figure of Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.
At that moment, the towering double doors of the Pope Palace's Council Hall were pushed open from outside by the Holy Emperor Warriors on guard, and two figures entered through them.
Walking in front was Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei, his entire body shrouded in a black robe and emanating an icy aura.
Behind him was a burly man—Niu Butong.
Carried along by Gui Mei, he once again experienced the sensation of flying at high speed.
The two had traveled through the night and reached this sacred place in the hearts of Spirit Masters across the continent—Spirit City—in only half a night.
At that moment, Niu Butong felt as though his brain was no longer working properly. He was somewhat dazed.
Following behind Gui Mei step by step, he was extremely cautious. He did not dare make a sound, nor did he dare let his eyes wander.
That great figure ahead of him had already warned him.
The place he had entered was the most sacred and majestic place on the entire continent: the residence of Spirit Hall's Pope, the Pope Palace.
Gui Mei came to the center of the Council Hall, dropped to one knee, and respectfully said, "Greetings, His Holiness the Pope!"
Seeing that the great figure ahead had knelt, Niu Butong hurriedly bent both knees and dropped to the ground with a thud. Mimicking him, he shouted, "Greetings, His Holiness the Pope!"
"Rise." Bibi Dong's cold, commanding voice came from above.
"Thank you, Your Holiness!" The two promptly rose from