Xue Bingchen did not even spare them a glance. When he reached the entrance, he flipped his wrist and took a dark-gold token directly from his storage Soul Tool, casually handing it to one of the guards.
The guard accepted the token with both hands and lowered his head to inspect it.
After just one look, the guard's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. His legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees!
It was a completely dark-gold token, engraved with six extremely lifelike images:
A sword, a dragon, a chrysanthemum, a ghost, a crown, and a faceless human figure.
Th-this was Spirit Hall's highest-ranking token—the Pope Token!
To see the token was to see the Pope!
Across the entire Douluo Continent, there were definitely no more than five people who possessed such a token!
Every one of them was a terrifying figure who could make the continent tremble with a mere stomp of their foot!
"M-my lord! Please wait a moment! This lowly one will report it immediately!"
The guard's voice had gone shrill from overwhelming fear and excitement.
He held the token reverently against his chest, bowing and scraping like a startled rabbit as he turned and sprinted madly upstairs through Moonlight Pavilion, using every ounce of strength he had.
Watching the guard's scrambling retreat, Tang San secretly clicked his tongue.
A master truly was a master. He could casually produce a token and scare Moonlight Pavilion's guards into such a state.
At that moment, on the top floor of Moonlight Pavilion, inside a room furnished with extravagant luxury yet refined elegance.
A beautiful woman was reclining lazily on a soft couch by the window, taking a nap.
She had maintained herself exceptionally well. Though she was nearly forty, her fair, jade-like face showed not