Outside the stone door.
Daniel prostrated himself devoutly.
Du Tianxiu's expression was respectful.
Wang Ting was confused and puzzled.
Bing Ning's pretty face was gloomy, and she remained silent.
All four of them were waiting, waiting for the person inside to appear.
After a long time.
Finally, a figure full of vicissitudes stepped out.
His aura was restrained; there was no sense of overwhelming arrogance, yet he possessed an invisible majesty that made one tremble inwardly at a mere glance and shiver uncontrollably.
"Pope... Pope?" Wang Ting forgot even the pain of his injuries, completely in shock.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
"Wang Ting, you have been managing affairs for me over the years. You have worked hard!" Pope Black patted Wang Ting's shoulder like a compassionate father.
"But if you are truly the former Pope of Light, then did all I have done still have meaning?" Wang Ting asked with a face full of anguish.
