The Pope's eyes radiated an imposing aura as he spoke indifferently, "As Priest Mang Siu has said, Xuan Yue is my granddaughter. Today is her wedding, and I am delighted. Bu Yi is a good lad, and I am sure their union will make greater contributions to our holy mission. Let us, faithful believers, bless them." While smiling, the Pope gently raised his hands. A golden glow gradually rose from behind him, forming into the shape of an angel statue in the Great Hall of Light. The six enormous wings of light flapped gently. The immense divine energy in the light involuntarily brought all the clergy to their knees, singing the prayer charm aloud. Amid the devout prayers, the golden angel behind the Pope gradually disappeared. Contrary to the angel which Xuan Yue had unintentionally summoned earlier, the Pope deliberately conjured this angel to awe people's hearts.