The only thing that filled Tang San with frustration and regret was the bell. In the end, he still hadn't managed to preserve it completely. Only one remained, and he didn't know whether it could still be used.
If it couldn't be used, he could only wait until he became a god.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji had already been escorted to Spirit City by Spirit Hall's flying Soul Masters.
"Get in there! Get in there now! Kneel! Kneel now!"
"Your Holiness the Pope, Zhao Wuji has been brought here."
The Spirit Hall flying Soul Master responsible for escorting Zhao Wuji shoved the tightly bound Zhao Wuji into the Papal Council Hall, then held him down at the entrance and forced him to kneel on one knee.
"Hmph! Now that I've fallen into your hands, kill me or hang me as you please. But if you think you can make Old Zhao submit, keep dreaming."
Zhao Wuji's Soul Power had been sealed, leaving him utterly unable to resist, yet his face remained full of defiance.
But when he saw Qin Xuan seated on the throne at the very top of the Papal Council Hall, along with the girl in green standing beside him, he froze. "You? And Rongrong? Why are you here?"
The girl in green was none other than Qin Rongrong, who had enrolled at Shrek Academy a few months ago and gone with them to hunt soul beasts in the Great Star Dou Forest.
No matter what, he had never imagined that the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master would be together with Spirit Hall's pope.
Weren't they sworn enemies?
Ever since that bastard Qin Xuan had taken power, hadn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect been suppressed by Spirit Hall until it could barely hold