Xue Qinghe nodded after hearing that. He, too, had great faith in Sunday's strength.
"You're right, sir."
"Our guest is here."
No sooner had Sunday spoken than Salas made his way through the crowd and came up to him.
Salas gave an ingratiating smile.
"Your Excellency Sunday, His Holiness the Pope requests your presence. She has important matters to discuss and hopes you will do her the honor of accepting."
At Salas's words, Xue Qinghe was first surprised that Bibi Dong, of all women, had come here, then frowned.
"His Holiness the Pope certainly puts on airs. She comes to the capital of our Heaven Dou Empire, yet expects the chief Imperial Offering of our Heaven Dou Imperial Family to go to her. Hmph!"
Hearing Xue Qinghe say that, Salas knew things had gone exactly as he had feared. What rotten luck, he thought, giving a bitter smile.
"Well... Your Highness, His Holiness the Pope was injured a few days ago. Coming to Heaven Dou City in person was already no easy feat. I hope Your Highness and Your Excellency Sunday will be understanding."
Sunday stood and patted Xue Qinghe on the shoulder.
"Let's go."
Seeing that Sunday intended to go, Xue Qinghe secretly puffed out his cheeks. Though still a little angry, he stood up.
"I'm going too. I am the crown prince of a nation, after all. Since His Holiness the Pope has come in person, I ought to grant her an audience."
At Xue Qinghe's words, Salas nearly cried inside. Does he really have to call it granting her an audience?
The three arrived at the entrance to a meeting room in the Martial Soul Temple. Salas opened the door and addressed the other two.
"Well... since this is a meeting between two powers, I won't go