Once Yu Dashi started eating, he simply could not stop.
Over an hour later, having eaten and drunk his fill, Yu Dashi wore an expression of utter satisfaction.
At the same time, a graceful young woman of about eighteen, dressed in blue court robes, slowly approached the door.
"Mr. Yu Dashi, please come with me to see Her Holiness the Pope," the young woman said coolly, her red lips parting slightly.
Following the young woman in blue court robes, Yu Dashi entered the Papal Palace.
As far as his eyes could see, the floor was neatly paved with enormous square slabs of black stone, radiating solemn grandeur.
Huge pillars carved with coiling dragons stood throughout the hall, each so thick that two people could barely encircle it together. Black with gold patterns, they rose from floor to ceiling, ornate without extravagance, massive without clumsiness.
At the end of the hall, atop nine tiers of cloud steps, stood a dark throne whose beauty lay in its rugged, imposing weight.
Bibi Dong sat upright upon the throne, clad in luxurious black robes embroidered with gold, the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on her head and a scepter nearly two meters long, studded with countless gems, in her hand.
Footsteps sounded as Yu Dashi entered in a black shirt, his expression stiff and his figure slightly hunched.
"Yu Dashi, it has been more than twenty years. What brings you before me today?"
After a long silence, Bibi Dong spoke from her throne. Her voice was level and utterly indifferent, no different from usual.
Hearing her words, Yu Dashi straightened his back and raised his head, saying calmly, "Bibi Dong, I came this time to ask you for a favor."
The moment he said that, Yu Dashi felt his chest tighten under a pressure as