Yan Shi and his group anxiously gathered next to the altar, witnessing Xuan Yuan's seemingly unperturbed demeanor, Yan Shi could not resist asking: "Judgment Chief, are you confident in restoring Ah Dai?"
Xuan Yuan shook his head, and said calmly, "I'm not sure. However, if even the Pope can't heal him, I'm afraid no one on this continent could. He's basically on death's door."
A holy aura suddenly emanated, and a white figure abruptly appeared before the altar in the Prayer Temple. The overwhelming divine energy made Yan Shi's group develop an awe-inspiring feeling. They instinctively bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at the newcomer.
The Pope, who was assisting Xuan Yue in her training, immediately used his Holy Magic Transportation upon receiving the notice from the Holy Judge. Seeing his brother Xuan Yuan, he was taken aback. Xuan Yuan was dressed as usual, but he was now wearing a large bamboo hat.
Xuan Yuan said curtly, "Lord Pope."