Suotuo City Great Soul Arena, VIP rest area, VIP Room Number One.
The lavish room covered a full two hundred square meters. The enormous genuine leather sofa stretched over ten meters long, enough for more than a dozen people to rest comfortably. It was resplendent in gold and jade, magnificent and luxurious.
Qian Renxue and Ayan sat on two individual genuine leather sofas over two meters long, while the seven members of the Tang-Elimination Squad sat on the long sofas lining either side, separated by gender. Through the crystal wall, they had a clear view of the Spirit Battle arena outside.
At this moment, aside from Ayan, Qian Renxue, and the others, there was one more person in the room: an elderly man over sixty, dressed in a standard Great Soul Arena uniform.
Moreover, it was no ordinary uniform. It was gold, embroidered with gold thread, with seven stars hanging from his chest. He was clearly a Soul Saint.
Yet before Ayan and the others, he was exceptionally respectful. He stood to one side, not daring to raise his head.
"Bishop Liu, if I recall correctly, His Holiness the Pope assigned you to manage the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena ten years ago, didn't he?"
Qian Renxue watched the team Spirit Battle below, her legs crossed, her left leg resting over her right. One hand lightly swirled her wineglass while the other supported her fragrant cheek. From beginning to end, she did not spare the old man a single glance, her noble bearing as a superior fully displayed.
"All this was bestowed upon me through His Holiness the Pope's cultivation. Without His Holiness the Pope, this subordinate would still have accomplished nothing. Even death ten thousand times over could not repay His Holiness the Pope's great grace. I am willing