Chapter 51 Qian Daobai Returns to the Spirit Hall! Qian Renxue is Shocked!
"It's been a hundred years!"
The Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"You're still the same."
He stretched out his calloused hand, seemingly wanting to pat Qian Daobai on the shoulder, but halfway up, he lowered it, letting out a satisfied laugh.
Judging from the unfathomable yet perfectly harmonious aura emanating from Qian Daobai, his departure over the past century has clearly yielded tremendous gains.
Qian Daobai smiled faintly in response.
He nodded.
"You've aged quite a bit."
A casual joke instantly bridged the gap between the two.
Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo was not angry at all; instead, he laughed even more heartily.
"I'm old, I'm not like you young people anymore."
He waved his hand, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.
"Now that you're back, you won't leave again, will you?"
"It depends," Qian Daobai replied ambiguously.
Jin E didn't press further. He knew that once someone like Qian Daobai made a decision, no one could change it.
"Alright, alright. Go and rest first. We can talk about it later."
Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped aside, clearing a path for him to enter the city.
This action already shows his attitude.
Qian Daobai did not take a step immediately.
His gaze passed over Golden Crocodile Douluo and looked deep into the Spirit Hall, at the most magnificent Papal Palace.
"Where is Qian Daoliu?"
He asked the question.
I didn't see him.
Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo's face showed a hint of reminiscence.
"He... is currently in seclusion deep within the Elder Hall, attempting to break through to the final stage. If you're in a hurry to see him..."
"No rush."
Qian Daobai interrupted Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"We'll see each other later."
His tone was calm, revealing no emotion.
"Alright." Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded and said no more.
"I'll take a look around the Spirit Hall first," Qian Daobai said. "I haven't been back for a hundred years, and I don't recognize many places anymore."
Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately understood and turned to Qian Renxue, who was still in a daze.
"Young Master."
His voice softened considerably.
"You'll be in charge of showing your master... well, showing your great-grandfather around."
Golden Crocodile Douluo changed his mind halfway through his sentence.
He now understands completely.
He had previously wondered why, given the young master's talent and ambition, he would take such a young-looking man as his master.
Looking back now, it was definitely worth it to have such a master.
This is an incredible opportunity.
Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly, as if she had been startled awake from a dream.
She heard what Golden Crocodile Poison Douluo said.
She slowly raised her head, glanced at Golden Crocodile Douluo with a complicated look, and then quickly looked back at the white-clad figure.
She tried her best to suppress her turbulent emotions, pushing all the confusion and grievances back into her heart.
She nodded gently and agreed.
"Yes, Grandpa Golden Crocodile."
She took a step and walked to Qian Daobai's side.
Even though her mind was in turmoil, her steps remained elegant and steady.
Her elegant palace dress swayed gently with her movements, outlining her breathtaking figure.
Those long, straight, beautiful legs were hidden beneath the hem of her skirt.
Every step she took carried an innate elegance, as if she were born to stand there and lead the legends around her.
"Master... this way please."
She said softly, the title lingering on her tongue, but ultimately she didn't change it to "Great-Grandpa".
She wasn't ready.
Qian Daobai glanced at her, said nothing more, and followed her.
The two walked side by side on the wide white stone avenue of Wuhun City.
Looking at their retreating figures, Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his beard with satisfaction, then turned around and swept a cold gaze over the three, including Guangling, who were still standing there in a daze.
"Aren't you going back to heal your wounds? Standing here like this, aren't you ashamed enough?"
Upon hearing this, the three felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They helped each other up in a disheveled state and limped away into the depths of the city gate.
...
Qian Renxue walked to the left of Qian Daobai, slightly behind by half a step.
This is the disciple's etiquette towards the master, and also the distance she subconsciously maintains.
"This is Holy Light Square, which was expanded thirty years ago to hold the annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony."
Her voice was clear and cold, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as she explained to Qian Daobai the changes that had taken place in the Spirit Hall over the years.
"That's the Soul Master Academy over there. It's three times larger than it was a hundred years ago, and it's now the largest Soul Master training base on the continent."
"And that simulated training ground, it was built by Grandpa... by the Grand Elder fifty years ago."
Qian Daobai listened quietly, watching and listening to Qian Renxue's narration.
His gaze swept over the buildings that were both familiar and unfamiliar, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
The two walked through a corridor with carved beams and painted rafters and came to a secluded corner.
There is a huge sycamore tree here, which looks to be over a thousand years old.
Beneath the tree stands a weathered stone pillar.
Qian Daobai stopped in his tracks.
He reached out his hand, his broad, warm palm gently touching the cold pillar in front of him.
The pillar is etched with the marks of time.
"Sure enough, a century has passed and these buildings have all changed."
For once, a hint of nostalgia appeared in his voice.
"Only this old sycamore tree and this hitching post remain the same as before."
Qian Renxue heard Qian Daobai's sigh but did not respond.
Her heart was in complete turmoil.
Is Master the same as Great-Grandfather?
That legendary family genius who abandoned everything in pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship and mysteriously disappeared?
Then she...
Did she take her own relative as her teacher?
What's this?
Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn uncontrollably.
Her slender, fair fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of her dress, creating several wrinkles in the expensive fabric.
Her gaze wandered, fixed on an angel statue in the distance, her mind blank yet filled with countless thoughts.
How should I start the conversation?
How should we deal with this?
"how?"
A calm voice rang in my ears.
Still thinking?
Qian Daobai had turned around at some point and was looking at her.
Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat.
She noticed Qian Daobai's calm, still gaze.
In the past, she liked it when that gaze fell on her; it made her feel safe and secure.
But now, this gaze made her feel helpless, and her heart was racing uncontrollably.
The situation is too complicated.
Qian Renxue's long eyelashes trembled violently a few times, like the wings of a startled butterfly.
She looked up and met Qian Daobai's gaze.
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all the turmoil in her chest.
Finally, in an almost dreamlike voice, she asked in a deep voice:
"You...are you really my great-grandfather?"
It took all her strength to ask that question.
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