The hall fell silent for a moment.
The tub of popcorn in Li Chen's hands fell to the floor.
"So... so beautiful..." he murmured.
Su Li looked at the blonde woman, her delicate brows drawing together.
"So it's her..."
The Pope frowned, his tone tinged with resignation. "Angelina, mind your manners."
He turned to the others and introduced her. "This is my daughter, Angelina, the Saintess of the Church. She has always been competitive and unwilling to admit defeat. Please forgive her."
He paused, a trace of pride entering his voice. "However, she is indeed one of Europa's strongest. In terms of combat ability alone, she surpasses even me."
Angelina raised her chin slightly, her blue eyes fixed on Qi Wu with scrutiny and disdain.
"Father, I simply can't stand it." She gave a light snort. "What Child of Destiny? He looks like a complete slacker. How much skill could he possibly have?"
Qi Wu tilted up his perfectly sculpted chin and sized her up.
From head to toe, then toe to head, he took his time looking her over.
Then he scoffed.
"Who are you, gorgeous?"
Angelina froze.
Qi Wu continued, "Oh, the Pope's daughter? The Saintess? One of Europa's strongest? A better fighter than the Pope?"
With each question, he took another step forward.
"Then why were you hiding in the back without saying a word? You had to wait until we'd finished talking to your dad before popping out to make yourself feel relevant?"
Angelina's face flushed slightly.
Qi Wu stopped in front of her. He stood more than half a head taller, looking down at her. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he sighed and shook his head.
"What a shame."
Angelina frowned. "What's a shame?"
Qi Wu spread his hands. "That