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Tang Thirty-Six's raised hand was very low, as was his head, and his voice was truthfully also very low.
Although his face was not visible, it could be imagined just how embarrassed he was.
The crowd parted like a tide. No matter how embarrassed he was, given that he was widely regarded as Chen Changsheng's good friend and also the fact that he was the superintendent of the Orthodox Academy, and then adding on the fact that Su Moyu and Xuanyuan Po persistently turned their heads away, Tang Thirty-Six could only walk forward, all the way until he reached the Pope.
Mao Qiuyu had a rather unsightly expression. Only through sheer will did he resist the urge to discipline him with a word or two.
On the other hand, the Pope had a very calm expression as he passed the Divine Staff into Tang Thirty-Six's hands.
