An old man with white beard and hair but full of energy was sitting at the highest point of the church, dressed in rich clothes.
In front of him stood four cardinals.
The old man looked around between them, and after a long while, he slowly spoke.
"You mean to say that an Eastern monk single-handedly destroyed many of our churches in the West?"
This voice was calm and authoritative, making the four red archbishops present couldn't help but shudder.
"Our Holy See is really getting worse from generation to generation. There are so many priests, but even an Eastern monk can't stop them."
The Pope knocked the scepter in his hand on the ground, and invisible forces spread out like water ripples with the scepter as the center. The power that spread out like water ripples swept away the four red men.
When Archbishop Yi came out, their faces instantly turned pale.
"Lord Pope, please calm down. Abbott feels that the top priority is not this Eastern monk, but to deal with the fish that has escaped the control of the Holy See. If the news spreads, I am afraid it will have an adverse impact on us."
Abbott put his right palm on his chest, knelt on one knee, and said to the Pope in front of him.
"Well, yes, any factors that have a negative impact on the Holy See should be eradicated. Our holy Holy See cannot tolerate any tarnishment."
The old pope spoke slowly.
"Your Holiness, we have found the address of the Eastern monk. Now that the three-day deadline is approaching, we..."
Shaun endured the pressure and gritted his teeth and said.
"Doesn't he want the antidote? Then you can send it to him, and I will go with you, just in time to meet this rising star from the East."
The pope stood up and descended from his high seat, followed by the four cardinals.
"Tick-tock-tock..."
Watching the second hand on the dial go round and round, Ye Fan silently set a countdown to the three-day deadline in his heart.
Seeing that the countdown was coming to an end, Ye Fan stood up.
"It seems I have to go to the Western Holy See again."
Just when Ye Fan was about to go out, a commercial vehicle stopped in front of Ye Fan's house, and five people got out of the commercial vehicle.
Official pope and four cardinals.
As soon as Ye Fan opened the door, he saw five people standing at the door of his house.
He looked at Arnold among them with a half-smile.
"Bishop Arnold is here to deliver the antidote? Your battle is really quite big."
"Are you the Eastern monk who destroyed many churches in my Holy See?"
Before Arnold could speak, the Pope took a liking to the young man in front of him.
"You are very powerful, but it would be too naive to think of making an enemy of my entire Holy See on your own."
The Pope looked at the young man in front of him and felt a little pity for his talent.
After all, there is no one else in the world who can achieve such a level of cultivation at this age.
This young man has such talent, his future is limitless, and he will surely surpass all the great powers recorded in history.
"Old man, what do you mean?"
Ye Fan leaned against the door frame and looked at the Pope coldly.
"As long as you hand over the poisoned person, the previous disputes between you and my Holy See can be forgotten."
"The old man thinks I'm afraid of your Western Holy See?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Sir Pope, this kid has made it clear that he doesn't want to cooperate, so why bother talking to him."
The grumpy Morol couldn't help but stand up.
"Please let me teach him some lessons so that he can know the consequences of offending our Holy See."
The pope smiled and said nothing, and a barrier spread from him.