Ning Yao's Status

"Grand Worshipper, Abundance Douluo is now an honored guest personally appointed by our Pope. How could we possibly do anything to him?"

"That lord is currently resting in Pope Hall."

Chrysanthemum Douluo wore a fawning smile. He did not dare clash with Qian Daoliu.

If it truly came down to it, even Bibi Dong did not pressure him as much as Qian Daoliu did.

After all, although Bibi Dong was also rank 99, no one knew that yet.

But Grand Worshipper Qian Daoliu was a rank 99 Limit Douluo, invincible beneath the heavens—something everyone among Spirit Hall's upper ranks knew.

In Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's eyes, the two were not even on the same level.

Yet what shocked them most was that even such a figure had personally come to Pope Hall for Ning Yao.

He even looked as though, if they dared lay a hand on Ning Yao, he would dare make a move against the Pope.

This had never happened in all these years.

"Take me to see him."

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was frantically racking his brains, Qian Daoliu spoke in a deep voice.

Naturally, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo did not dare object. They nodded repeatedly, then hurriedly led Qian Daoliu back toward where they had come from.

Meanwhile, Ning Yao, who was leisurely basking in the sun and sipping tea, sensed the arrival of another presence.

It was clearly much stronger than the two Douluo who had left earlier.

When he sensed that presence following Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo toward him, he still made no other move. He continued basking in the sun and drinking tea, waiting for the three of them to arrive.

Before long, faint rustling footsteps sounded behind him.

Stepping over the green grass, the three figures appeared behind him.

"Tap—"

Ning Yao set the teacup in his hand on the table, rose to his feet, and smiled at the three of them.

His gaze lingered briefly on the blond man standing ahead of the other two.

Perhaps sensing that scrutinizing gaze, Qian Daoliu did not take offense. He smiled faintly and stepped forward on his own initiative.

"First meeting. Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and nodded to Ning Yao.

It was a gesture of acknowledgment and respect.

"Abundance Douluo, Ning Yao. I have long admired your name, Grand Worshipper."

Ning Yao smiled faintly as he introduced himself.

If there was someone from the original story who had left a favorable impression on him, then Qian Daoliu certainly counted as one.

"May I ask why the Grand Worshipper has suddenly come to visit?"

Looking at Ning Yao, Qian Daoliu carefully sized him up before waving a hand and smiling.

"I merely heard that Abundance Douluo had arrived in Spirit City and came specifically to take a look, to make sure no accidents occurred."

"Abundance Douluo, do you still remember that we became friends?"

Qian Daoliu smiled as he continued observing Ning Yao closely.

But the more he observed, the more he realized he could not see through Ning Yao.

There was nothing. He could see nothing.

Other than that vitality, not a trace of any other power leaked from his body.

Who was Qian Daoliu? In an instant, he recalled the speculation Snake Lance Douluo and Guangling Douluo had made earlier.

The Abundance Douluo before him was very likely truly above rank 95.

But he did not say anything further or expose it.

They had already formed a friendship with Ning Yao, and Ning Yao seemed to have accepted it. Since things had begun well, there was no need for him to make either side uncomfortable.

He left both sides plenty of dignity.

Ning Yao, upon hearing this, nodded lightly.

"Of course I remember."

Qian Daoliu's smile immediately widened.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside them instantly felt somewhat embarrassed.

Grand Worshipper, is this really okay?

They could not help muttering inwardly.

They were Bibi Dong's confidants. Ning Yao might not know it, but how could Qian Daoliu possibly not know?

Yet their Grand Worshipper, despite knowing full well, was discussing such a sensitive topic with Ning Yao right in front of them.

The two wanted to cry but had no tears. They wanted to leave as soon as possible, but neither of the two great figures had dismissed them, so they did not dare move.

They could only close their eyes and pretend they had heard nothing.

Ning Yao and Qian Daoliu spoke for quite a while.

Although they chatted for a long time, Qian Daoliu did not ask Ning Yao a single question about himself. It was simply like casual conversation between neighbors.

Only after a long while did he rise, bid Ning Yao farewell, and leave.

Yet when he left, he did not take Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo with him. He did not even glance at them.

"You two should still have other matters to attend to, right?"

In the end, Ning Yao was the one who took the initiative to speak to the two Douluo.

At his words, Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged a glance with Ghost Douluo, then forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"Then, sir, we shall take our leave first."

They had wanted to leave long ago, but they simply had not dared to.

Outside, they were the mighty Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, but before those four, their status was practically nonexistent—humble beyond measure.

This also made them realize even more clearly Ning Yao's current status within Spirit City.

He was someone even rank 99 Grand Worshipper Qian Daoliu was willing to treat as an equal.

Without realizing it, the two became even more respectful toward Ning Yao.

After bowing, they bade Ning Yao farewell one after the other and left the garden.

Ning Yao, meanwhile, continued sitting there.

Just like that, the day quickly passed.

After Qian Daoliu's departure, no one came to disturb him again.

During that time, he sensed Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo come by twice. Both times, however, they merely stood at a distance outside the garden, seemingly checking whether he was still there.

After confirming his whereabouts, the two left again.

As the sky gradually darkened, Ning Yao rose to his feet.

He did not choose to leave Pope Hall. Instead, he went directly to the room Bibi Dong had previously instructed the two Douluo to prepare for him.

It had to be said that the two Douluo had put thought into it.

Or perhaps it had not been them, but other personnel from Pope Hall.

But at the very least, Ning Yao slept very comfortably that night.

The next day, when he stepped out of his room, Chrysanthemum Douluo was waiting outside.

Ning Yao's expression immediately turned a little strange.

"Was this also ordered by your Pope?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly shook his head.

"Please do not misunderstand. This was my own idea."

Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled somewhat awkwardly.

This really had nothing to do with the Pope. He simply wanted to earn a little goodwill from Ning Yao.

But judging by this, it seemed he had not achieved the effect he had hoped for.

Should I let Old Ghost try tomorrow?

Chrysanthemum Douluo pondered.

Ning Yao, meanwhile, felt somewhat helpless.

He really was not at the point where he needed a Titled Douluo waiting by his side at all times.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was being a little too self-aware, wasn't he?

Raising a hand to rub his forehead, Ning Yao waved at Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Alright, you can leave. I'm fine on my own."