Douluo Hall.
After hearing Qian Renxue's words, Qian Daoliu confirmed once more, "You really want me to go to the Papal Hall?"
Qian Renxue nodded. "Yes, but you must not hurt Dongfang Yu."
"Fine." After a moment of silence, Qian Daoliu ultimately agreed.
At the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong was handling official affairs.
At times, she frowned; at times, she sighed.
If only Xiaoyu were here. Whenever I hesitate, he always gives me a clear answer, Bibi Dong thought.
"Has your position been sitting too securely?"
"Who is it?" Bibi Dong instantly went on high alert, rising to her feet as she shouted.
"Grand Consecrator? What are you doing here?"
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, the golden armor on his body dazzlingly radiant.
What else could he be doing? Naturally, he had come to vent his anger for his granddaughter.
"Where is Dongfang Yu?" Qian Daoliu asked blandly, his face practically bearing the words "Peerless Douluo."
"Heh, so she was the one who sent you. It was just children squabbling. Was there really any need to alarm you... Grand Consecrator?" Though she had yielded, Bibi Dong's voice remained exceptionally cold.
"Who does he think Xiaoxue is? Does he deserve to bully Xiaoxue?" Qian Daoliu asked as he began releasing Soul Power to sense Dongfang Yu's location.
"Are you saying my disciple is not worthy of your notice?"
"It seems your position as Pope has been sitting too securely." Qian Daoliu cast a meaningful glance at Bibi Dong atop the platform.
He truly could depose the Pope.
But the question was, would he?
Naturally, Bibi Dong understood that as well. "You should state your true purpose."
"Over the past few years, Spirit Hall has indeed grown stronger and stronger under your governance. But you had best remember...