Su Yu looked at him, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold sneer:
"Whether Her Holiness the Pope is willing to see you isn't for me to decide."
He turned sideways and instructed the guard beside him, "Go announce that Yu Xiaogang requests an audience."
The guard acknowledged the order and left. Yu Xiaogang remained kneeling where he was, his head lowered so that no one could make out his expression.
Only his faintly trembling shoulders betrayed his inner turmoil.
A few minutes later, the guard emerged from the hall.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, Her Holiness the Pope has asked you and this Grandmaster to enter together!"
Hearing the guard, Yu Xiaogang immediately climbed to his feet. He brushed the dust off his clothes and looked at Su Yu:
"Haha! Let's go, Your Highness the Holy Son!"
With that, Yu Xiaogang headed straight into Pope Hall, paying no attention to Su Yu's expression.
"You!"
At Yu Xiaogang's provocative behavior, the guard beside them immediately looked furious.
Su Yu raised a hand to stop the guard, a trace of anger entering his eyes as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.
"It's fine!"
With that, he too set off, walking into Pope Hall at an unhurried pace.
The lighting inside Pope Hall was solemn, and a faint scent of sandalwood filled the air.
Seated in Pope Hall, Bibi Dong wore papal robes, her face cool as she calmly watched Yu Xiaogang enter.
Her gaze lingered briefly on Yu Xiaogang before settling on Su Yu with a barely perceptible warmth.
Yu Xiaogang strode into the center of the hall, looking straight at Bibi Dong on her throne, his tone somewhat tentative:
"Bibi Dong, have you been well all these years?"
Bibi Dong slowly leaned back in her chair, her fingertips tapping