Yue Guan strode into the hotel with the swagger of someone who feared no one, then dropped into the most conspicuous seat.
The owner recognized him at once and hurried over personally, fawning as he said, "Elder Yue Guan, welcome to our establishment. We will provide you with the finest—"
"What did you say?" Yue Guan looked at the owner in surprise. The owner froze slightly, and Yue Guan asked suspiciously, "You said my ninth Soul Ring is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring? When did I ever tell you that my ninth Soul Ring is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?"
Yue Guan's voice was so loud that everyone in the hotel could hear him.
The owner was instantly dumbfounded, unable to think of a response.
Gui Mei covered his face, trying his best to make himself less noticeable.
He somewhat regretted coming out with Yue Guan today. It was simply too embarrassing.
Along the way, whenever someone spoke to Yue Guan—no, even if no one spoke to him—he would grab someone at random and ask, "You said my ninth Soul Ring is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring? When did I tell you that?"
It was as if he were afraid people would not know that Yue Guan possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.
Bibi Dong entered the Papal Hall with a dark expression.
Once inside, she could clearly sense fluctuations of Soul Power coming from the nearby elders' resting chambers. Three elders were in seclusion, absorbing Soul Bones.
Clearly, aside from Yue Guan, the three elders from the Body Camp had also received rewards.
Bibi Dong approached Qian Xunyi with a grim face.
"Elder Bibi Dong, have you come to the Papal Hall because you have something to report to me, the Pope?"
Bibi Dong raised her head and looked at Qian Xunyi.