"Salas, you are unworthy of being the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall Sacred Hall!"
A voice came from outside the door of the organizing committee's temporary office. The door slowly opened, and two figures walked into the room, a man and a woman. The woman was in her thirties, dressed in a simple blue cloth skirt, with a cloth kerchief binding up a lock of her dark hair. Her features were exquisite against her somewhat pale face, her brows and eyes as lovely as a painting. Though her large black eyes had fallen into a vacant stare, they still held remarkable radiance. Beneath her cloth robe was a voluptuous, perfect figure beyond the reach of ordinary young women.
The man had a full beard and an unkempt appearance. They were none other than Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang.
"A Pope Token?"
Salas's expression changed drastically as he stared in astonishment at the token in his hand.
Spirit Hall had a rule: the bearer of a Pope Token was to be treated as though the Pope herself were present. Anyone who saw the bearer had to address them respectfully as Elder!
Yu Xiaogang did not give Salas's change in expression much thought. Everything was within his grasp. With this token given to him by a Titled Douluo, he believed that even if Salas were an iron plate, he would have to bend and submit.
"Which of you does this token belong to?" Salas's gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.
"Me." Yu Xiaogang puffed out his chest, carrying himself with carefully measured dignity.
"This token belongs to you?" A cunning gleam flashed through Salas's eyes.
"Yes." Yu Xiaogang nodded.
"Then what exactly do you intend to do by presenting this token?" Salas asked, neither servile nor overbearing. Unfortunately, Yu