The Pope's Defeat!

In response to Bai Xuan's question, Isia answered calmly, "The Light Game is a contest on the level of the soul, based on our respective understanding of Holy Light."

"Our understanding of Holy Light?"

Bai Xuan's expression stiffened. "Me? Against you?"

"A contest?"

"That's right. It's the most direct method, isn't it?" Isia smiled gracefully, confidence written across her breathtaking face.

"Uh..."

Bai Xuan frowned slightly.

Just as Isia had said, this was the simplest and most effective way to make him submit.

After all, how could an ordinary student like him possibly surpass the Light Pope in his understanding of Holy Light?

The only possible outcome was probably for her faith to win him over completely...

"All right." Bai Xuan nodded. "Let's give it a try, then... I'll probably admit defeat pretty quickly..."

"Very good~"

Isia's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

She had a small selfish motive for proposing this method, too.

Over the past few days, Bai Xuan had repeatedly polluted her eyes and soul. She wanted to take this opportunity to get back at him.

"What should I do?" Bai Xuan asked, a trace of concern still on his face.

He was a little worried about this so-called Light Game... Would it hurt?

He was a bit afraid of pain...

"First, sit down with me."

With that, Isia seated herself elegantly on the ground.

Bai Xuan did as instructed and sat opposite her, barely half a meter away.

"Next, you only need to look into my eyes. Leave the rest to me," Isia continued.

"Okay."

Bai Xuan obediently fixed his gaze deep within Isia's gold-and-red eyes, quietly awaiting the start of the Light Game.

Seeing that he was ready, Isia softly began chanting an incantation.

Her clear, melodious voice flowed between them. Then faint golden particles