Spirit City, before the Pope's Hall.
Xiao Yan was equally startled by what Grandmaster had just said. Leaning against the railing, he gazed toward Bibi Dong on the raised dais of the Pope's Hall.
"Old Dog Yu, you old bastard certainly know how to scheme." Xiao Yan smiled calmly, an inscrutable glint in his eyes. He had clearly guessed Grandmaster's intentions as well.
As they watched Grandmaster standing there with victory written all over his face, whispers rose once more from the stands, which had been quiet for some time. Everyone pointed at him and murmured.
"Please explain your reasoning," Bibi Dong said coolly, her expression tightening slightly.
At those words, a smug smile lifted the corners of Grandmaster's mouth. With his hands behind his back, he looked up at Bibi Dong on the dais and smiled. "Your Holiness, I believe conceding is a right our Shrek Academy possesses, is it not?"
There was nothing inherently wrong with Grandmaster's words. The problem was whom he had addressed: the Pope, Spirit Hall's supreme ruler.
To those who placed their faith in the Pope, this was utterly unacceptable.
"Heh, you're right. That is your right." Bibi Dong's expression shifted slightly. She nodded at Grandmaster. "It was unnecessary of me to ask, Elder Yu."
At those words, everyone began whispering and discussing among themselves.
"Elder? He's an elder of Spirit Hall?"
"This fellow's soul power isn't even at rank thirty, and he's qualified to be a Spirit Hall elder? How is that possible? Could there be something between him and His Holiness the Pope?"
"Don't spout nonsense! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"..."
Any soul master present above rank fifty could clearly tell that Grandmaster's strength fell short of rank thirty. Had anyone else claimed that he belonged to Spirit Hall's