Xue Ye's Heart Stirs

After arranging with Yao Qi to visit Spirit City at a later date, Ling Yi took the initiative to bid farewell.

After bidding farewell to Sa Fan Desa, Salas, and Yao Qi, Ling Yi led Dugu Bo out of the Heaven Dou Martial Soul Temple.

Before the Martial Soul Temple's tall floor-to-ceiling windows, Salas watched Ling Yi and Dugu Bo disappear into the bustling street crowded with passersby. He turned to Sa Fan Desa, who remained seated at the head of the long table. "Teacher?"

Sa Fan Desa raised a hand to stop Salas from saying what he was about to say. Looking at Yao Qi, who sat nearby, he asked with a genial smile, "Bishop Yao Qi, what are your plans now?"

"Me?" Yao Qi shrugged. "Naturally, I'll return to Spirit City and report back to His Holiness the Pope."

"That boy Ling Yi was sensible enough not to make any unreasonable demands. I expect His Holiness the Pope should grant his request."

Of course, Yao Qi was so relaxed and considered Ling Yi to know his limits and when to advance or retreat because Ling Yi had explained beforehand that he only wanted to read books and materials he was permitted to see, and would not insist on access to those restricted from outsiders.

As for consulting Spirit Hall's accumulated records of Martial Soul Awakening ceremonies conducted across Douluo Continent over the years, that was no issue at all.

For the vast majority of Spirit Hall's members, that was a very simple matter. Those records were nothing important.

Sa Fan Desa nodded in agreement. Ling Yi's clear eyes seemed to appear before him as he said softly, "He's a clever man."

Salas, who had already walked over to Sa Fan Desa's side, lowered his eyes, an unusual light