Bibi Dong stood on the central platform, her beautiful eyes sweeping over her surroundings, majestic and elegant. The nobility that radiated from within her left countless people spellbound.
At that moment, whether they were followers of Spirit Hall or not, they could not help feeling favorably toward Bibi Dong. Even those with no interest in Spirit Hall would feel drawn to such a peerless beauty.
Such a beauty, and the Pope besides-who could bear to oppose her?
Xu Ran certainly could not.
Xu Ran had always been a softhearted, kind person. Ordinarily, he would grieve for days if he stepped on an ant. That alone was enough to prove the excellence of his character.
Bibi Dong stood tall and graceful ahead of them, high above everyone. The breeze brushed through her flowing hair, and her glittering golden skirt fluttered with it, leaving people staring in a daze.
At that moment, everyone belonging to Spirit Hall dropped to one knee. "We pay our respects to Your Holiness."
Every pair of eyes held reverence, untainted by any other thoughts. These were all true elites of Spirit Hall, and naturally, they were loyal to Bibi Dong.
The atmosphere at that instant defied description. Even Xu Ran could not help marveling a little. For a woman to reach this point, standing above millions of people, was truly terrifying.
It could not help reminding Xu Ran of the empress of the Tang dynasty in his previous life.
As the Pope, Bibi Dong was likewise worshipped by countless people. She possessed great talent and had brought Spirit Hall to its pinnacle. In the original story, had Tang San not suddenly appeared, Bibi Dong would surely have unified the continent and become the greatest of all time.
For a woman to accomplish such a feat was truly