Great Elder, you should abdicate

Bibi Dong stretched out her hand to pat the two paws Ye Zhiqiu kneaded on his shoulders, got up, and raised his hands, gently squeezing Ye Zhiqiu's cheeks on both sides.

"Teacher, what are you doing..." Ye Zhiqiu said blankly. At this moment, his cheeks were being grabbed, his appearance was a bit funny, and his voice was a bit unclear.

Bibi Dong had a slight smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "It's okay, I'll see if you are an impostor. Now it seems that you are a real person."

Hu Liena looked amused and chuckled. Unexpectedly, the teacher also has such a cute side.

Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes speechlessly. With his handsome face, who can replace him? Even if they have spirit abilities that resemble transformation techniques, can they still act with his noble and elegant temperament?

"Hehe..." Ye Zhiqiu chuckled slightly, and while brushing his shoulders against Bibi Dong, who was sitting again, he cautiously asked, "Teacher, you said before that I won the match and I can make a condition with you. Is that true?"

"Naturally." Bibi Dong tilted Erlang's legs, leaned back against the Pope's chair, closed his eyes slightly, with a somewhat enjoyable expression, and said softly, "What do you want?"

Ye Zhiqiu pondered for a moment. He had some playful thoughts in mind, but he decided against mentioning them. Instead, he said, "Teacher, I haven't thought about it yet, so let's talk about it later."

"Alright." Bibi Dong nodded slightly and continued, "When the elders come back, it is time for them to fulfill their previous promises."

As she said this, Bibi Dong had an inexplicable smile. Qian Daoliu seemed to have said before that if Ye Zhiqiu won the team of four Title Douluo, he would abdicate on the spot.

Now that they have won the battle beyond everyone's expectations, the question arises: what will Qian Daoliu do? Bibi Dong found this situation quite interesting.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes also brightened, and he suddenly remembered this.

"Teacher, let's go to the Douluo Palace and wait. Otherwise, I'm afraid that old man Qian Daoliu will not admit the account and slip away to retreat." Ye Zhiqiu said excitedly.

If Qian Daoliu really abdicated directly and allowed him to succeed as the Great Elder of Spirit Hall, that would be great.

From then on, even if the Spirit Hall couldn't fully control Bibi Dong's actions, it would be close enough.

"Let's go." Bibi Dong chuckled and got up.

"Teacher, I don't have to go..." Hu Liena's expression was a little timid. She was afraid of what might happen when they forced their way into the palace. As a poor, weak, and helpless little saint, she didn't want to go.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu smiled and took Hu Liena's hand, leading her to Bibi Dong's side. He didn't forget to encourage her, "Sister, you will be the Pope of the Papal Palace in the future. How can you be so timid? Be brave and don't worry about the elders. They won't dare to do anything to you because of their strength or something. And if something goes wrong, you still have a teacher. The elders of the university will cover you."

Ye Zhiqiu playfully patted his chest, looking at Bibi Dong and Hu Liena. They were amused. You haven't written these characters yet. It's unlikely that Qian Daoliu will abdicate directly. You're selectively forgetting him?

Guiding them, Ye Zhiqiu used the Flying Thunder God and went directly to the Douluo Temple, the highest point of Spirit City.

The Douluo Hall, like the Conference Hall, had only one floor.

However, the first floor of the Douluo Hall was much higher than the Conference Hall. The whole hall exuded an air of luxury and magnificence, with floor tiles made of warm jade. As soon as they entered the hall, an extravagant aura enveloped them.

The Douluo Palace was reserved for the upper level of the Spirit Hall, above the title Douluo. In the center of the hall stood a giant golden pillar that supported the roof. The pillar was coiled with gold-inlaid supporting equipment on top and bottom, with dark black tablets placed on it. One of them was the tablet of Pope Chihiroji of the Spirit Hall.

There were other tablets of spirit hall elders from the past. It was only a matter of time before the tablets of Pierrot Dolphin Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo would be added to the collection.

On both sides of the golden pillar, there were rows of Luan Jinlong and phoenix chairs, similar to those in the Chamber of Deputies. The main position was a step higher than the others, reserved for the elders of the Spirit Hall.

In this Douluo Palace, even the Pope was not allowed to sit on the main seat.

The Douluo Palace was headed by the Great Elder, the Pope's Palace by the Pope.

Bibi Dong took her seat on the first seat to the right of the main seat, while Hu Liena sat next to her, feeling a bit nervous.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes sparkled with ambition as he headed straight towards the main position of the elders.

Bibi Dong, seeing this, didn't stop him. They came here to force their way into the palace, and having Ye Zhiqiu at the forefront would only make their position stronger. As long as Ye Zhiqiu didn't cross any lines, Bibi Dong intended to let him proceed.

The three of them waited in the Douluo Hall. Qian Daoliu and the others returned, having processed the corpses of the Spurfish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo. The Spirit Hall would hold a funeral, but the issue of adding their tablets to the Douluo Hall could be addressed in advance.

Adding memorial tablets was usually a solemn and tragic affair, but this time, the expressions of Qian Daoliu and the others seemed somewhat peculiar.

In the past, each elder's contributions to the Spirit Hall were recognized when they passed away. But this time, they were setting up tablets for two elders who were beaten to death by their own people for no apparent reason. It felt chilling, and Qian Daoliu seemed to be at a loss as to whether he should add these two tablets.

As the group entered the Douluo Palace, they saw Ye Zhiqiu and the others waiting. Moreover, Ye Zhiqiu was sitting on the main seat, a position reserved for the elders...

Qian Daoliu's experienced mind quickly guessed their purpose, and he shook his head with a bitter smile.

After placing the tablets of the porcupine and the snake spear at the bottom of the golden pillar in the main hall, they walked towards the first seat on the left of the main seat.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others wanted to say something,

but seeing that Qian Daoliu remained silent, they followed suit and went to their seats.

Once everyone was seated, Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, "I understand the purpose of our young friend here. As an elder, I won't break my promise. However, considering the son's young age and limited qualifications, he may not be accepted by everyone. To avoid outsiders thinking that Spirit Hall is acting frivolously, we should discuss this matter further."