Mid-flight, Ning Bei more or less realized that he was still in the middle of the trial, and that everything he saw before him was an illusion. But with his strength, there was no way for him to forcibly shatter these scenes.
After thinking it over carefully, he found that there did not seem to be any great connection between these illusions. Each one was probably an independent trial, and for the moment, Ning Bei still could not figure out exactly what he had done to enter the next illusion.
In any case, following the current situation and doing what he wanted to do was most likely not wrong. Once he completed the contents of the trial, he would naturally enter the next illusion.
Arriving at Spirit Hall, that resplendent golden palace still towered in the center of Spirit City just as it had before, as if everything were exactly the same as in reality.
After reaching the entrance of Spirit Hall and having the guards notify Bibi Dong or Yue Guan, Ning Bei waited at ease.
Before long, Yue Guan's familiar, bewitching face slowly appeared in his line of sight. Seeing Ning Bei, Yue Guan respectfully gave a bow.
"Young Master Ning."
"Chrysanthemum Elder, it really has been a long time."
"Yes. Counting carefully, it should have been five years since we last met. We must have a proper drink later."
"There's no rush for that. Where is the Pope right now?"
Ning Bei shook his head and declined Yue Guan's invitation, going straight to the point and asking after Bibi Dong's whereabouts. Inwardly, he felt that she most likely was not in Spirit Hall. Otherwise, she would never have allowed the Tang Sect to develop to its current state.
His question, however, made Yue Guan look somewhat surprised.