With the help of Evil Lord and the others, Huo Yuhao followed Bibi Dong and her companions to the vicinity of Spirit City.
After a night of flight, the morning sun slowly rose over the horizon, revealing the distant city.
Unlike the capitals of the other two great empires, it had a two-sided layout. The palace built on the towering mountain within the city looked so sacred and dazzling in the morning sunlight.
Yet at the sight, Huo Yuhao felt a little disappointed for some reason. He himself did not know what he was disappointed about.
Afterward, Huo Yuhao and his companions followed Bibi Dong and the other two into Spirit City.
As they stepped into Spirit Hall, both Evil Lord and the others and Elder Yi sensed a fluctuation of spiritual power in the distance. However, it bore no hostility, so they paid it little attention.
After arriving at the Papal Hall in the center, Bibi Dong had an attendant arrange rooms for Huo Yuhao and his companions to rest in.
"You have all traveled a long way. Get some rest first, and we can talk in detail tomorrow," Bibi Dong said with considerable courtesy.
Huo Yuhao did not say much. After expressing his thanks, he and the others left with the attendant.
Once Huo Yuhao and his companions had left, Chrysanthemum Douluo walked over to Bibi Dong and said, "Your Holiness, those three are indeed extraordinary in strength. At the very least, they must be Titled Douluos around Level 97 or 98. But Your Holiness, surely you need not be so courteous to them? It undermines your dignity."
Bibi Dong waved a hand at his words and said, "Winning over talented people and powerful individuals requires sincerity as well as wealth and prestige. What I have done hardly