Day after day passed. One afternoon, Qian Xunji lounged in the sun in the Papal Palace's Back Garden while Ah Yin sat in a wicker chair reading a Storybook. Neither had a care in the world.
"Your Holiness, Supreme Pontiff Consort, someone outside requests an audience. She says she's an old acquaintance of the Supreme Pontiff Consort." A female Soul Master approached and spoke respectfully.
"An old acquaintance?" Qian Xunji opened his eyes and looked at Ah Yin with a lazy smile. "Ah Yin, you have an old acquaintance?"
Ah Yin put down her Storybook, equally surprised. What old acquaintances did she have? She hardly knew anyone in the human world.
"Xunji, I don't know either. I barely know anyone in the human world. What old acquaintance could this be? Should we just send her away?" Ah Yin asked.
She had read plenty of Storybooks over the years. In some, strangers appeared out of nowhere claiming to be family. Perhaps such things happened in real life too.
"Why send her away? I'm curious who this old acquaintance of yours is. Let's go see. She made it to Spirit City and got a message through to us here, so she can't be weak!"
Qian Xunji smiled. If she were weak, who would believe her claim? The guards at the gate would never have let her in.
After all, who was the Supreme Pontiff Consort? A Titled Douluo. Did calling herself an old acquaintance make her one?
"All right. Let's go take a look," Ah Yin said with a nod.
"Where is she now?" Qian Xunji rose and asked the female Soul Master.
"Your Holiness, Supreme Pontiff Consort, the woman claiming to be the Supreme Pontiff Consort's old acquaintance is in the Papal Palace."
"In the Papal Palace?" Qian Xunji turned to