The Pope quickly arrived with a group of high-ranking officials from the Church Court.
Along the way, young priests respectfully cleared the way.
A gentle smile appeared on the Pope's face as he walked straight up to Qin Feng through the path cleared by the crowd.
"Your Majesty."
Qin Feng's face bore the expression of a naive youth encountering an important figure, somewhat nervous, excited, and reverent; he hurriedly paid his respects.
"Hehe, no need for such formalities."
Clearly, the Pope was very satisfied with Qin Feng's reverence.
In his view, this was just a youth who had not experienced much of the world and was too naive to challenge his authority, even if this youth had attained the position of Holy Son.
Moreover, although the Holy Son was esteemed, it was merely a symbolic title. Under the Holy Son's command, there was an exclusive Guardian Army drawn from elite forces of the various Church's armies, but they could not possibly contend with the Pope.
