Papal Hall, second-floor pavilion.
The entire hall was built from blocks of warm white marble. Gilded lamps hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting soft, warm light that made the hall solemn yet elegant. The mirror-smooth floor reflected the figures within.
Lin Mo had come here many times and was already quite familiar with the place.
Bibi Dong sat behind a desk, dressed in a crimson, gold-embroidered papal robe. Fine dark patterns adorned its hem, and the Star Peak Crown rested atop her head. Her features were cold and composed.
"Did something happen?" Bibi Dong rested her chin on one hand, her narrow brown eyes fixed on the white-clad youth standing before her desk, her gaze carrying genuine concern.
Lin Mo had recently absorbed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring beyond his level. Even though he had succeeded, it could easily leave hidden injuries and physical risks behind.
Therefore, she had been paying attention to his physical condition these past few days.
Lin Mo placed the rough draft of the Basic Soul Tool Technology he had compiled over the past few days on the desk and pushed it toward Bibi Dong.
The thick stack of manuscripts was densely covered in intricate formation patterns and neat annotations. Everything was clearly organized and easy to understand.
Bibi Dong had already realized what these things were. Her slender fingertips brushed over the pages as she leaned forward and carefully began reviewing the materials.
Looking calm, Lin Mo picked up a gilded white porcelain teacup, poured himself a cup of warm black tea, and leisurely took a sip. He appeared completely relaxed, as though he had returned to his own home.
As Bibi Dong turned more and more pages, astonishment appeared on her face. The fingers turning the pages gradually froze, and her gaze repeatedly