Like a Dead Dog

"But this Supreme Pontiff Token... I truly don't remember ever issuing one to him."

Yue Guan still chose not to offend either side.

"Yue Guan!" Yu Xiaogang saw that Yue Guan was ignoring him, and his eyes reddened.

He hated being ignored more than anything!

"..." Yue Guan's expression stiffened, then he laughed.

It was not a smile, but a cold laugh.

He no longer cared.

After all, their Spirit Hall Academy had a Yu Xiaogang.

That Yu Xiaogang was the true Grandmaster, and he was also far more favored by Her Holiness the Supreme Pontiff.

He even lived in the Supreme Pontiff's bedchamber. Nothing more needed to be said.

Smack.

Yu Xiaogang's head was pressed half into the ground by the pressure Yue Guan released.

"What the hell are you?" Yue Guan smiled coldly. "How dare you call me by my name?"

The disgust in Qian Renxue's eyes deepened.

Someone so tactless, deceitful, rude, and uncultured—only that idiot Bibi Dong could think highly of him.

"Drag him away, give him fifty strokes, then throw him out of Spirit City!"

Perhaps she had spent too long in Heaven Dou Palace, because Qian Renxue unconsciously adopted some of its habits. She looked at him coldly. "Get lost."

People like him deserved to be thrown out of Spirit Hall.

Any stray cat or dog could enter Spirit Hall now, and he had almost reached the Papal Palace.

How exactly did Bibi Dong serve as Supreme Pontiff?

Yue Guan chose to ignore it.

Fifty strokes? Tsk, tsk...

With Yu Xiaogang's frail body, twenty strokes would cost him half his life.

Fifty strokes? If Yu Xiaogang still had a breath left afterward, that would already be impressive.

Qian Renxue had ordered the punishment, so even if Her Holiness the Supreme Pontiff emerged from seclusion,