Chapter 558

On this day, in a room in the Moon Pavilion.

Tang San finished his homework for the day and slowly stood up. His eyes fell on Heaven Dou City, which was shrouded in clouds outside the window.

Today's fog was particularly thick.

The door was opened, and Tang Yuehua walked in.

Tang San turned around, knowing that his aunt had come to check on his homework. But when he turned around, he found that his aunt, who was usually elegant and calm, was frowning deeply today.

"Aunt, what's wrong?" Tang San asked in surprise.

Normally, he had never seen his aunt show any signs of worry. She had always maintained a calm and elegant posture. Apart from the time when she saw his father bring him here, she had never shown any other expression during the time when Xiang Yu was teaching him.

"There's bad news."

Tang Yuehua sighed. "Bad news from the Martial Spirit Palace."

Hearing this, Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

Although his father had told him about his mother, Tang San had already guessed that the Martial Spirit Palace was his number one enemy now!

Fortunately, his appearance had changed. Otherwise, he might have been discovered by the Martial Spirit Palace by now.

"What's the bad news?" Tang San asked in a deep voice.

Tang Yuehua glanced at Tang San and said in a low voice, "I just got the news today. Yesterday, the Martial Spirit City's Pontiff Palace announced to the whole continent that Popetiff was reinstated. In the history of the Martial Spirit Palace, Popetiff's position is second only to the Pontiff. It has been abolished, but now it's reinstated. You can imagine … "

Tang San was shocked when he heard this.

In the past six months, his aunt had taught him a lot of knowledge, so he naturally knew about the Popetiff's position.

"Who's the Popetiff?" Tang San continued to ask.

Tang Yuehua shook her head.

"The Pontiff Palace didn't say in detail. They only gave him the name: White Popetiff. He's extremely mysterious, but no matter how mysterious he is, this White Popetiff is very strong. The Martial Spirit Palace's strength has increased again. "

Tang Yuehua whispered, "But Xiao San, don't be affected."

"Popetiff in White … White?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the God of Death in White? He had saved Hu Liena twice. It was not impossible for the Martial Spirit Palace to recruit him. However, the other party's character didn't seem like the kind of person who would be easily recruited.

Perhaps Pope Bibidon had used some special means?

Although he couldn't be sure, if it was true, the Martial Spirit Palace had indeed become more powerful.

According to his father's conjecture, the white-clothed God of Death, Wang Wu, was ridiculously strong. He was at least a Titled Douluo.

Moreover, he was too young to fight. His potential was terrifying, and his future was immeasurable.

"I hope not …"

Tang San heaved a long sigh in his heart.

"In addition, this white-robed Popetiff is also the Third Consecrator of the Hall of Elders."

Tang Yuehua said in a low voice, "Only Titled Douluo have the ability to enter the Elder's Palace. To become an Elder, one must be extremely powerful. The Martial Spirit Palace didn't publicize this, but I can imagine that the other party is very powerful."

Tang San was silent for a moment. Then he nodded.

He also knew about the Elder's Palace.

"After this white-robed Popetiff took office, the Pope ordered him to visit all the Martial Spirit Palaces on the continent in the name of inspection to establish his prestige."

Tang Yuehua continued, "At most, in a few months, he may come to the Martial Spirit Palace in Heaven Dou City. At that time, the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family will pay great attention to him. Recently, there has only been a little girl from the imperial family by your side, right? Maintain a good relationship with her. When the time comes, you may be able to meet this white-robed Popetiff. "

Tang San nodded and didn't refuse.

Aunt's Moon Pavilion specialized in cultivating the children of noble families. He could come into contact with many imperial families.

Recently, a girl from the imperial family often came to see him. Aunt said that she seemed to be the little princess of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

If it was in the past, Tang San would naturally disdain her. He only had Xiao Wu in his heart, so he wouldn't speak bluntly to any woman.

But now, he was able to talk with her with ease. However, there was no change in his heart.

Just as Aunt said, maintaining a good relationship with her was the only way to borrow power.

"I hope I can meet this white-robed Popetiff when the time comes."

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"Inspecting the Martial Spirit Palaces on the continent in the name of Popetiff. It seems that the Pope is cultivating this white-robed Popetiff as his confidant!"

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, main hall.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.

More than four years had passed, but Ning Fengzhi didn't seem to have changed at all. He was still as calm and elegant as before.

Beside him, the Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo didn't change much either.

At their age and strength, most of their appearances were already fixed. It was difficult for them to change.

"Uncle Jian … you're also an honorary elder in the Martial Spirit Palace. Have you seen this white-robed Popetiff? How strong is he?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the Sword Douluo.

The Sword Douluo thought for a moment and said, "I don't know the details, but I know that the Second Consecrator of the Elders Palace is slightly stronger than me. Popetiff's position needs to be appointed by the Pope, but the Third Consecrator of the Elders Palace needs the approval of many Titled Douluo. Even the Pope can't interfere with this. "

"This white-robed Popetiff's strength shouldn't be inferior to mine. But to be so valued means that he has great potential. His identity is special, and he must be very young! "

Every Titled Douluo was closely related to the Martial Spirit Palace. Most of them were recorded.

"The inspection also wants to show off … It seems that the Martial Spirit Palace is ready to make a move."

The Bone Douluo sighed.

Ning Fengzhi was silent.

It wasn't just these four years. He could feel the Martial Spirit Palace's intention in the past few years.

Two words, ambition.

Now that this white-clothed Pope had appeared out of nowhere, who knew what sort of change would occur in the current situation?

"By the way, it's been more than four years … Is there any news about that kid?"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the Bone Douluo and the Sword Douluo were stunned. The Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence.

Then, they shook their heads.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but sigh.

"Fengzhi, how has Rongrong been recently?" The Bone Douluo hesitated for a moment and asked.

He was in charge of the Pope's Palace, and he went there. But Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo had already told him the details.

Naturally, he knew everything.

"Good."

Ning Fengzhi whispered, "Over the past four years, besides the first year when she was very quiet, she was completely normal for the next few years. She also worked harder and became more mature. It can be said that … I've never seen such a good Rongrong. But she's too good, and I'm even more worried."

"Over the past four years, she didn't mention anything about that kid. I thought she had forgotten about him. It was only when she built a small town in Soto City last year that I realized that she didn't forget at all. I'm afraid her feelings for him are even deeper …"

(End of chapter)