Thunderous applause rang out without end.
Su Mo stood at the center of the raised platform and gave the entire crowd a slight nod.
After deeply bowing to him, the three Soul Masters who had just broken through were led off the platform by Spirit Hall deacons.
The tidal cheers across the plaza continued for a full quarter of an hour before gradually subsiding.
Bibi Dong rose from the Pope Throne.
"Sir Su Mo." Bibi Dong spoke softly, yet her voice clearly suppressed the noise of the entire plaza. "Today, you publicly demonstrated the Su Mo Ring Condensation Technique and restored the path of Soul Masters that had long been severed. This achievement is enough to be recorded in the annals of Soul Master history. Soul Masters throughout the world owe you a debt of gratitude."
She inclined her body slightly. The gesture was small, but it was enough for everyone present to see clearly.
The Pope personally bowed in thanks to a nineteen-year-old youth. Such a thing had never happened in Spirit Hall's history.
A wave of restrained gasps rose from the plaza.
Bibi Dong straightened, her tone still sincere. "Sir Su Mo, in my capacity as Pope, I personally invite you to join Spirit Hall. What do you say?"
Bibi Dong continued, every word like a carefully weighed bargaining chip. "Spirit Hall will grant you the position of Honorary Elder, ranking only below the Pope and the Worship Hall!"
She paused slightly, her gaze falling upon Su Mo. At last, a trace of genuine emotion emerged in the depths of her beautiful eyes—not admiration, not appreciation for talent, but the assessing look of someone determined to have her way.
"Sir Su Mo, what do you say?"
Everyone's gazes in the plaza focused on Su Mo once more.
No