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Three days after the battle between Spirit Hall and Clear Sky Clan
In the southwestern part of the Heaven Dou Empire, on the border of the Fasno Province adjacent to the Star Luo Empire and the Star Dou Forest, a burly man stumbled out of a tavern.
Listening to the discussions around him, his pale face showed pain and hatred, tears streaming down uncontrollably
With a rough beard and a look of suffering, he carried a jug of poor-quality beer, stumbling out of town.
The spilled alcohol trickled down his beard, dripping onto the head of the baby in his arms.
The liquid ran down the child's small face, rolling into the corners of his eyes and mouth.
The baby blinked through the pain and bitterness, despite his mature mind, he could not help but cry loudly.
"Wah!"
Hearing the child's cries, Tang Hao felt even more irritable, swallowing heavily.
The steady drizzle of beer on the baby's head did not faze him.
Ignoring everything, Tang Hao muttered, "From now on, you'll be named Tang San. We, father and son, leave our lives to fate."
His hoarse voice echoed across the wilderness with the breeze.
The figures of father and son brushed past a road sign engraved with 'Holy Spirit' and disappeared into a small village outside the town.
Tang Hao knew he had lost, lost everything.
Ah Yin's sacrifice, his father's death, the clan's massive lose, and his severe wounds!
As a newly crowned clan leader, he had become the sect's disgrace.
A futile struggle facing against Spirit Hall.
A sliver of light illuminated the tear-streaked faces of Tang Hao and his son.
It was the rising dawn of the day
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In Spirit City.
Qian Renjue sat on the steps in front of the door, reading a book and absorbing knowledge.
However, his mind was entangled with the system.
Qian Renxue sat quietly beside him, dressed in a pure white dress, holding Qian Renjue's arm and leaning on his shoulder.
She glanced at the book that hadn't been opened for a long time, raising an eyebrow.
Turning her head, she exhaled softly and asked, "Jue, what are you thinking about?"
"Huh? Sister."
Qian Renjue turned around in confusion, looking at her bright eyes and white teeth before him, and responded hesitantly.
"I'm not thinking about anything."
"Really?"
Qian Renxue looked at his slightly flushed face and evasive eyes, pouted, she gently held his smooth face.
She rubbed it and softly asked, "Are you thinking about seeing Mom?"
"Sister, don't pinched too hard."
Qian Renjue leaned back, raising his body and not allowing his sister to lie on his shoulder
"I can't help it."
Seeing her brother resisting, Qian Renxue increased her strength, pinching his face and lowering it.
Qian Renjue lay on the steps, rolling his eyes towards her
"Haha."
Qian Renxue's face showed a long-lost smile as she lightly laughed and leaned into Qian Renxue's embrace.
"Sister has been a bit strange these past few days."
Qian Renjue pursed his lips, covering Qian Renxue's face with the book to shield her from the light.
"It's nothing, i'm okay"
Qian Renxue whispered softly.
She placed her hand on Qian Renjue's chest to feel his heartbeat.
She simply wanted to spend time with Qian Renjue before leaving for a long trip.
A gentle voice came from under the book.
"You haven't answered me yet. Do you want to see Mom?"
Qian Renxue's emotions were complex about Bibi Dong, but she hoped to hear Qian Renjue say he wanted to go.
Qian Renjue looked up at the eaves of the house and said, "Sister, Grandpa won't let me."
Qian Renxue removed the book in front of her face, holding Qian Renjue's chest, and lifted her head.
She said softly, "Sister can secretly take you there. If we get caught, it will be on me."
Qian Renxue met her gaze.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head. "No, Jue will listen to Grandpa."
Qian Renxue was taken aback but soon relaxed.
She leaned back against Qian Renjue's chest, speaking softly, "That's fine too."
Qian Renxue understood Qian Daoliu's position.
Seeing his own son murdered by Bibi Dong, how could he felt safe about handling the children to her?
The gentle breeze made the courtyard very quiet.
Qian Renjue turned his gaze elsewhere, towards Bibi Dong's courtyard.
He believed that the decision made by Qian Daoliu, who had communicated with Qian Xunji, was the most suitable.
Even if he had some guesses, they were merely guesses.
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When Qian Renjue looked at where Bibi Dong's residence was from distance, she had long been waiting them with anticipation inside her courtyard.
Sitting in the pavilion where Qian Renjue often sat, her clothes were disheveled and stained with blood.
After withdrawing from the battlefield, she had not tidied up herself.
Her hair was tangled, her face pale, with dark circles under her eyes.
Eventhough she was riddled with injuries, she had not received any treatment.
She appeared very nervous, staring blankly at the direction of the courtyard gate.
For a moment, she looked very haggard
In the dim world inside her heart, she felt she was being stripped away out of her only light.
Her face looked gloomy with and carries murderous intent, any small provocation might snap the last thread of her sanity.
Suddenly, under the sunlight before her, an unwelcome calm appeared.
"Why didn't you obey orders and come back at once?"
Qian Daoliu's voice sounded as his golden figure slowly walked out of the courtyard.
Upon hearing the voice, Bibi Dong slightly regained her composure and looked up at the newcomer.
Her face showed self-mockery and coldness.
Her voice was hoarse.
"In such a situation, why should I, the murderer, come back? Didn't you wished me dead? "
Before she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes again, and she bitterly laughed.
"They don't want to see me anymore."
"…"
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment.
He looked intently at Bibi Dong and no longer cared about those minor details.
He said straightforwardly, "By the decision of the Worship Hall, you will be in charge of the Pope Hall from now on."
Her eyes that were in tears suddenly snapped wide open
Bibi Dong was stunned.
She looked up at Qian Daoliu, her previously dead heart now having a strong beats.
Looking at Bibi Dong's silent expression, Qian Daoliu frowned and asked, "What, you dont want it?"
Bibi Dong stopped her tears, nervously nodded, "Yes, yes."
Qian Daoliu furrowed his brows, his gaze stern.
He warned in a deep voice, "Before that, I must warn you that the Spirit Hall belongs to the Qian family!"
The words carried a chilling threat.
If Bibi Dong committed any acts of betrayal, Qian Daoliu would not show any mercy for the second time!
"I understand!"
"I will do my utmost to develop the Spirit Hall better! Then pass it on to the next generation"
Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her voice resolute.
Before Qian Daoliu could respond, Bibi Dong's gaze lowered again, tears starting to fall.
With a trembling voice tinged with a hint of pleading, she said, "But I have one more condition."
"Condition?"
Qian Daoliu looked surprised.
Bibi Dong raised her head, her red lips moving with difficulty.
She said nervously, "I want Xiao Jue. I want him to be the Saint and Holy Son of the Pope Hall!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was taken aback.
He frowned and looked at Bibi Dong, contemplating the pros and cons.
This also seemed like a way to ensure the ultimate ownership of the Spirit Hall.
At the same time, it could provide cover for Qian Renjue's existence.
Bibi Dong anxiously looked at Qian Daoliu.
She urgently assured, "If Xiao Jue becomes the Holy Son, I will definitely protect him well."
"Alright, I agree!"
Before Bibi Dong's words were finished, Qian Daoliu agreed immediately.