The pitch-black Heavenly Screen blanketed the earth like spilled ink, while scattered stars shimmered with a cold glow in the night sky.
Candlelight flickered within the Papal Hall, stretching the shadows on the walls long and short.
"Tang Yuehua has already left Spirit City. She will certainly meet up with Tang Hao and tell him everything that happened today."
"Your task is to keep a close watch on her, as well as everyone on good terms with her."
"Remember, regardless of status, as long as anyone acts suspiciously, bite down on them and never let go."
Qian Cheng lounged against a gilded chair, looking down from above at the old man kneeling before him.
"This subordinate obeys!"
The old man lowered his head. His aged face was filled with utmost reverence, and even his breathing was deliberately softened.
"I have never cared whether my subordinates harbored ambitions, nor do I mind if you are clever enough—after all, fools are what I despise most."
"So long as you are clever enough and your abilities match your ambitions, you can obtain endless benefits under my command."
"For instance, as the master of Heaven Dou Holy Palace, you could raise your Soul Power by another two levels and break through to the realm of a Titled Douluo."
Qian Cheng's voice seemed cold, yet to Salas's ears, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
"Your Holiness the Pope, is that truly so?!"
Salas abruptly raised his head, and a blazing light instantly burst from his clouded eyes.
He had been stuck at level 88 Soul Power for more than a decade and had long since given up hope of reaching the realm of a Titled Douluo.
Qian Cheng's words at that moment were like a seductive, ravishing young beauty appearing before a