Having said that, Meng Shenji's gaze swept back and forth between Qian Renshang and Gu Yuena, his eyes carrying a hint of urging.
Qian Renshang was taken aback upon hearing Meng Shenji's words, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He turned to look at Gu Yuena, their eyes meeting instantly, a tacit understanding forming between them.
They discussed in hushed tones, their voices soft and hurried, occasionally Gu Yuena could be seen nodding slightly, or Qian Renshang slightly frowning.
Before long, they seemed to have reached a consensus, nodding in agreement.
"Then we'll trouble you to lead the way, senior,"
Qian Renshang said respectfully.
Thus, they followed behind Meng Shenji, heading towards the palace.
Qian Renshang was also curious; what else did Emperor Xueye want with them?
Gu Yuena, however, didn't care.
She was in a good mood and would go wherever Qian Renshang went!
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Wuhun City!
Within this city lay a little-known place, the true trump card of the Wuhun Hall—the Hall of Offerings!
Every offering there was a powerful figure who had rendered great service to the Wuhun Hall, and most importantly, every offering was a Super Douluo of level 95 or higher, an unparalleled expert!
At this moment, the Hall of Offerings was solemn and dignified.
An elderly man in white robes sat quietly beneath the Angel Temple, the surrounding air seemingly frozen.
He stood tall and straight, like a majestic mountain, motionless.
Soft light poured down from the skylight in the ceiling, illuminating him and outlining his resolute features.
The old man's eyes were slightly closed, his face calm as water, his breathing even and long.
With each breath he took, he seemed to merge with the ancient and mysterious aura of the ancestral hall.
A faint, ethereal light flowed around him, like a gentle mist or mysterious runes, radiating an awe-inspiring power.
"Why can't I calm down these past few days… It's like something big is about to happen?
I even dreamt of the Spirit Hall being destroyed…"
"That person actually possesses this black angel martial soul..."
The old man, the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, suddenly opened his eyes and spoke with a grim expression.
He had been having recurring dreams of this scene for the past few days, which had unsettled him!
After muttering to himself for a while, Qian Daoliu began to comfort himself.
"Perhaps I'm mistaken... The Spirit Hall's power today far surpasses that of any previous era. No one should be able to challenge its rule!" "
Although Bibi Dong is too ruthless... perhaps her style is more suitable for the Spirit Hall of this era!"
Since Qian Xunji's death many years ago, Qian Daoliu had relinquished most of his power and retired to the Hall of Respect.
Unless it was something important, he wouldn't step out of the Hall of Respect!
This peerless powerhouse... truly cared about very little.
Just then, in the originally tranquil Hall of Respect, a graceful figure suddenly rushed in like the wind.
The figure was as fast as lightning, bringing a gentle breeze that caused the curtains in the hall to flutter softly.
The figure was blonde and blue-eyed, with an exquisitely beautiful face, like a fairy descended to earth.
Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a captivating glow under the palace light, and her delicate features were flawless, every part perfectly showcasing ultimate beauty.
This woman was none other than Qian Renxue, who had fled back in a sorry state from Tiandou City.
Her eyes were filled with weariness and resentment, her once bright gaze now clouded with gloom.
"Xiaoxue... why did you suddenly come back?"
Qian Daoliu's previously calm face immediately became excited.
He quickly stood up and looked at Qian Renxue with piercing eyes, asking in a low and authoritative voice,
"What happened?
Why are you in such a hurry?"
Qian Renxue's eyes darted away, not daring to meet Qian Daoliu's gaze.
She made up an excuse on the spot, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "Nothing serious, I just have some bottlenecks in my cultivation and want to think about it alone."
After saying that, she immediately added, "By the way, Grandpa, I might have to go into seclusion for a while."
Before she finished speaking, without waiting for Qian Daoliu's reply, she turned and left, her steps hurried into the Angel Temple.
Qian Daoliu watched her departing figure, his brows furrowing even more.
He vaguely felt that things were not so simple, but he did not say anything more, only his eyes showed more worry and contemplation.
"Wasn't Xiaoxue always in Tiandou City?
To prove something to that woman Bibi Dong... Why is she suddenly back now?"
Qian Daoliu's expression was somewhat unpleasant.
There weren't many things he cared about, but Qian Renxue, the only heir of the Qian family, was one of them.
However, this granddaughter was too extreme, only wanting to gain the approval of that woman Bibi Dong, and even went to the Tiandou Empire to hide her identity... wanting to overthrow the entire Tiandou Empire!
"No, something must have happened in the Tiandou Empire."
Qian Daoliu was expressionless, then he raised his head and called out in a steady and powerful voice, "Qian Jun! Come to the main hall now!"
Not long after, Qian Jun Douluo hurriedly arrived and stood respectfully in front of Qian Daoliu.
"Boss! What do you want to see me about?"
"Xiaoxue just came back... You saw her, right?"
Qian Daoliu asked, and Qian Jun Douluo nodded and then complained somewhat indignantly.
"I saw her... but I don't know why Xiaoxue is in such a hurry.
I just called her, but she didn't even respond."
"When she came back... was anyone with her?"
Qian Daoliu interrupted without dwelling on the question, and Qianjun Douluo was taken aback.
"Yes, those two lads, Porcupine Douluo and Serpent Spear Douluo, came back too?"
"What's wrong?
Big brother... did something happen?"
Qianjun Douluo understood, and Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and ordered, "Don't worry about that for now.
Go and call Porcupine Douluo and Serpent Spear Douluo here immediately.
Don't make a mistake."
"Yes!"
Qianjun Douluo accepted the order and immediately turned to carry out the mission, his figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the Hall of Worship.
Not long after, led by Qianjun Douluo, Porcupine Douluo and Serpent Spear Douluo hurriedly arrived.
As soon as they entered the hall, they lowered their heads, never daring to look Qian Daoliu in the eye.
They looked somewhat timid and their bodies trembled slightly, like children who had done something wrong, feeling uneasy.
Their expressions suggested they were hiding some unspeakable secret.
Their breathing was slightly rapid, their hands unconsciously clenched their clothes, and beads of sweat even appeared on their foreheads.
Qian Daoliu, with his keen perception, instantly sensed something was amiss.
His face grew increasingly grim, and the unease in his heart deepened like a dark cloud.
"Speak! What exactly happened?"
Qian Daoliu abruptly stood up, his powerful aura exploding instantly, his voice booming like thunder throughout the hall.
(End of Chapter)
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