(Second update)
Half an hour later, in the Papal Hall's council chamber, Grandmaster quietly sipped premium tea as he waited.
In the विशाल council chamber spanning over a thousand square meters, he was the only person present.
Grandmaster's gaze remained fixed on the fragrant tea in his hands. He did not spare a second glance for the surrounding splendor of gold and jade; he merely waited quietly for the person fate had destined him to meet.
The three-meter-tall arched doors opened, and a gentle voice sounded from outside.
"Stand guard outside. Without my orders, no one is permitted to take even a single step inside."
"Yes."
At last, Grandmaster shifted his gaze away from his tea and looked toward the council chamber doors.
There stood a beauty, an unparalleled beauty for the ages.
Her figure was perfectly proportioned. She wore an extravagant black robe embroidered with golden patterns, its hem trailing along the floor. Upon her head rested the Nine-Bend Purple-Gold Crown, while she held a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless precious gemstones. Her fair, smooth skin shone with a faintly sacred radiance, making her appear like an Angel descended into the mortal world—supremely holy, someone to be admired from afar but never profaned.
Grandmaster's throat bobbed. For the first time, intense emotions appeared in those eyes that had always regarded everything with indifference.
Ordinary people would feel compelled to worship this woman upon seeing her. Low-level Spirit Masters would feel admiration, while Spirit Masters of similar rank would regard her with reverence.
Grandmaster alone was different. His gaze was so complicated, filled with guilt, unease, passion, reminiscence, and a deeply buried trace of love.
Old friends who had not met for years locked eyes, and sparks seemed to fly through the air.
Women were made of water. Her usually