Chapter 54 Qian Daoliu Meets Qian Daobai! Brother, you're back?!
Qian Renxue's heart sank little by little, sinking into an abyss.
She could only clench her hands tightly, letting the pain of her nails digging into her palms remind her that she was still standing there, conscious.
However, the overwhelming emotions were impossible to suppress.
Her heart felt as if a huge rock was blocking it, making it so heavy that even breathing became difficult.
Staring at the portrait, his eyes began to sting, and a layer of mist uncontrollably spread, blurring the painting before him.
Great-grandfather...
Master...
The two names were intertwined and clashing wildly in her mind, giving her a splitting headache.
"Grandpa is also my master."
A calm voice sounded behind her.
Qian Daobai had already walked up to her side without her noticing, and his gaze also fell on the portrait.
He looked at himself in the painting, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
"My portrait."
These three words, though seemingly light, struck Qian Renxue's heart like a heavy hammer.
It utterly slammed Qian Renxue, who was still struggling, into the abyss of truth, from which she could never escape.
Qian Renxue felt her ears ringing, and all the sounds of the outside world seemed to fade away from her.
She was so engrossed in her emotions that she couldn't pull herself out.
The color drained from her exquisite face, leaving only a deathly pallor.
The long palace dress that symbolized nobility and elegance made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Her legs trembled slightly beneath her skirt, barely able to support her seemingly strong but actually faltering body.
...
At that very moment.
Deep within the stone palace, in that secluded chamber, isolated from the world.
Qian Daoliu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!
His eyes were clear and bright, with no trace of cloudiness, only a golden light as brilliant as stars.
A more powerful and harmonious aura than ever before emanated from his body.
He felt the unprecedented surge of power within him, and a genuine smile of joy appeared on his face.
"It's done."
...
Qian Renxue stood quietly in front of the portrait, motionless.
Time and space seemed to lose their meaning at this moment.
Her world has completely collapsed.
Master...
Great-grandfather...
How should she deal with this?
How should we proceed in the future?
He became the disciple of his great-grandfather...
It's alright.
The problem is...
All the feelings I once had in my heart...
But that is the truth.
Her magnificent palace dress now appeared incredibly heavy.
Beneath her skirt, those straight, beautiful legs that used to drive any man crazy were trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to support her swaying body.
She didn't even dare to turn around and look at the man.
The man who gave her a new life, gave her hope, but also gave her the greatest mystery.
Just as Qian Renxue was in a state of utter confusion, that calm voice rang out again.
"We've made it out of quarantine."
Qian Daobai shifted his gaze from the portrait on the wall to the tightly closed stone hall deep in the courtyard.
His tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.
boom--!
As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and boundless pressure of soul power surged into the sky from the stone hall!
That power was perfectly harmonious, vast as the sea, yet gentle as jade, without the slightest aggression, simply proclaiming its existence.
The golden light, like the rising sun, bathed the entire courtyard in a sacred glow.
The doors of the stone hall slid open silently to both sides.
A figure dressed in a golden robe slowly emerged from it.
The newcomer was tall and his face bore a five or six-point resemblance to Qian Daobai, only appearing much older.
Her long, snow-white hair was neatly tied behind her back, and her eyes shone with golden light as they opened and closed, exuding an imposing and dignified aura.
It was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo!
As soon as he emerged from seclusion, his gaze immediately fell upon his granddaughter in the courtyard.
When he saw Qian Renxue's distraught and tearful appearance, his brows furrowed instantly.
"Xue'er?"
Qian Daoliu's voice was filled with concern and doubt.
"What's wrong with you?"
He took a step forward, preparing to go over and ask his granddaughter what had happened.
But after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped.
He noticed that there was another person standing next to his granddaughter.
A young man dressed in white, with black hair like a waterfall.
The man looked far too young, appearing to be no more than twenty years old.
But when Qian Daoliu's gaze overlapped with the face in the portrait on the wall, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size!
It's him!
It's the person in that portrait!
No...that's not right!
Qian Daoliu's gaze was fixed on Qian Daobai's face.
He knew that face all too well.
Although he is much younger than I remember, he has lost some of the sharp edge he once had and gained a more serene and unpretentious demeanor.
But those eyebrows, those features, were clearly...
Qian Daoliu's breathing became rapid at this moment.
A storm was brewing in his eyes, which had weathered a century of storms and were usually calm and still.
His once steady and unwavering steps became somewhat unsteady and flustered as he hurried toward Qian Daobai, seemingly wanting to confirm something.
He had many questions he wanted to ask.
Who are you?
Why are you here?
Why do you look exactly like him?
However, before he could speak, the young man broke the silence first.
"Little rascal."
Qian Daobai turned around and looked at him calmly.
"I'm back."
The voice was calm and gentle, yet it struck Qian Daoliu's heart like a divine thunderbolt from the heavens.
familiar...
It looks so familiar!
That voice, that tone, that way of addressing himself...
Even after more than a hundred years, it remains clearly imprinted in the depths of his soul, never fading.
Qian Daoliu stopped in his tracks.
He froze on the spot, staring unblinkingly at Qian Daobai in front of him.
I was afraid it was just an illusion, afraid that the person in front of me would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Seeing his dazed expression, Qian Daobai's lips curled into a familiar smile, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
That smile completely shattered the last line of defense in Qian Daoliu's heart.
"elder brother..."
Qian Daoliu's lips trembled, uttering a barely audible syllable.
He rushed to Qian Daobai, his voice trembling violently with extreme excitement.
"Brother, is it really you?"
His eyes were already glistening with tears, and his dignified face was now filled with unbelievable ecstasy.
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