Qian Renxue Beats Up Qian Daoliu

The pitch-black sky hung heavily over Star Luo City, with only the luxurious hotel at the city's center casting a dim yellow glow.

Incense drifted through the private room, while the fractured light of crystal lamps fell across the wooden table.

Twelve exquisite dishes steamed gently, yet they did nothing to dispel the faint pressure lingering in the air.

"Your Holinesses, these Glazed Phoenix Wings were made from the wing roots of a thousand-year Fire Flamingo and slow-cooked in an extreme northern ice spring for three hours. I wonder if they suit your tastes?"

Yang Wushuang wore a respectful smile, though the corner of his eye quietly assessed the two people seated opposite him.

"We did not come here to sample fine food. We came to deliver the Pope's orders."

Chrysanthemum Douluo poked at the poached chicken before him with his chopsticks, his lazy tone carrying a trace of chill.

"What orders does His Majesty the Pope have? This subordinate will certainly obey."

Niu Hao unconsciously straightened his posture, his face filled with respect.

To survive Qian Cheng, that butcher, the Defense Clan had paid an enormous price.

Yang Wushuang had been the one to mediate; otherwise, their clan would likely have already been wiped out.

"In Gengxin City of the Star Luo Empire, there is a Blacksmith Association."

"Deliver this to Lou Gao at the association."

Chrysanthemum Douluo took a roll of parchment from his sleeve and placed it before Yang Wudi and Niu Hao.

"This is...?"

Yang Wudi frowned, his face full of confusion.

"A manufacturing blueprint for a Soul Tool."

"Use it to recruit Lou Gao. His Majesty the Pope greatly appreciates his craftsmanship."

Chrysanthemum Douluo lifted his wine cup and tasted it absentmindedly.

"That old man Lou Gao is extremely stubborn."

"He has never liked attaching