Having been taken care of by Snow Sister since childhood, Su Zui was very excited at the thought of being able to help Snow Sister.
Su Zui turned around and looked at Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong.
"I think this Immortal Herb is perfect for Snow Sister, and I'd like to give it to Snow Sister to absorb..."
After he finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.
Ning Rongrong hadn't reacted yet; she just looked at Su Zui with a puzzled expression, then at Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong.
The smile on Qian Daoliu's face slowly disappeared.
Bibi Dong's eyes, which had been slightly lowered, closed completely at this moment.
No one spoke.
The wind was still blowing from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and the Immortal Herbs were still swaying gently, but the relaxed atmosphere from before seemed to have been abruptly cut off by something.
Su Zui's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Something's not right.
Something is very wrong.
He knows those two people too well.
Whenever Qian Renxue is mentioned, even if Qian Daoliu calm on the surface, his eyes will unconsciously warm up. And even if Bibi Dong is usually indifferent, she wouldn't be completely silent like this.
But today, neither of them spoke.
The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in Su Zui's hand suddenly became a little hot.
He stepped forward, his voice becoming increasingly urgent.
"Grandpa Qian, Teacher Bibi Dong, what's wrong?"
Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.
The Great Enshrined of the Spirit Hall slowly raised his head and looked at Su Zui. In just a short moment, Su Zui noticed that he seemed to have aged a bit more.
That kind of exhaustion wasn't from the fatigue of seclusion, nor was it the weakness after an injury; it was a sense of powerlessness that came from the bottom of one's heart.
Su Zui's heart sank to the bottom.
"Grandpa Qian," he called out again.
Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking.
"Su Zui, while you were in seclusion at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, some things happened outside."
"What's up?"
"This isn't the place to talk," Qian Daoliu said in a low voice.
"Come back to the Spirit Hall with me. I'll tell you everything once we get back."
Su Zui's breathing became erratic.
Tell him everything?
The meaning of this sentence is already quite clear.
What could make Qian Daoliu say something like that must be no small matter.
Moreover, it's related to Qian Renxue.
Ning Rongrong also sensed something was wrong and gently tugged at Su Zui's sleeve.
"Su Zui..."
Su Zui didn't look at her.
He stared at Qian Daoliu, his heart growing increasingly uneasy.
"Grandpa Qian, what's wrong with Snow Sister?"
Qian Daoliu avoided his gaze.
"We'll talk about it when we get back."
These four words struck Su Zui like ice.
He suddenly had a strong premonition—something had happened to Qian Renxue.
And this is no ordinary matter.
Su Zui clenched the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to ask again, but seeing Qian Daoliu's current state, he knew it would be pointless to continue.
The old man clearly didn't want to speak here.
Then the only option is to return to the Spirit Hall.
"Okay." Su Zui heard his voice was a little hoarse. "Let's go back."
No one spoke the entire way.
Ning Rongrong wanted to comfort Su Zui, but seeing his pale face, she didn't know how to start.
Bibi Dong walked ahead the whole time, her back as cold as ice. Qian Daoliu followed silently beside her, occasionally glancing at Su Zui with regret and sorrow in his eyes.
Su Zui's mind was filled with Qian Renxue.
He remembered the first time he saw her; she was wearing a white dress and bending down to touch her head.
She said she found me troublesome, but she carried me around the entire Spirit Hall garden.
They were reading in the Spirit Hall library. Every afternoon, Su Zui would doze off, and at that time Snow Sister would hug him and hum a song softly.
How could something have happened to my Snow Sister?
Su Zui became increasingly confused as she thought about it.
It wasn't until everyone returned to the main hall of the Spirit Hall that Su Zui forced himself to calm down.
The doors to the Worship Hall, and Qian Daoliu finally stopped.
He turned around, looked at Su Zui, and stopped beating around the bush.
"Su Zui, Xue'er found out about you being hunted down immediately, and this has had a huge impact on Xue'er..."
"Snow Sister, she..."
She's worried about you.
Qian Daoliu closed his eyes. "She went straight back to the Spirit Hall and then gave me a dressing down."
Su Zui's throat tightened.
"Then what?"
"And then?" Qian Daoliu gave a bitter smile, a smile full of bitterness. "Then her Inner Demons came."
Su Zui suddenly looked up.
"Inner Demons?"
"Her life has been too smooth," Qian Daoliu said slowly. "As the inheritor of the Angel Godhood, she was born to stand at a high position. Her path has always been bright, sacred, and without room for error."
"But the more someone is like this, the more likely they are to get into trouble once they fall in love or become obsessed."
Su Zui remained silent.
He suddenly understood something.
"Your fate was unknown at the time, causing her Angel Martial Soul to begin its decline."
Qian Daoliu's voice was soft, yet it struck Su Zui like a thunderbolt.
Su Zui stood frozen in place.
Fallen Angel.
This wasn't the first time he'd heard those four words.
In the Douluo Continent, once Angel Martial Soul deviates from the righteous path, it will fall into darkness. Such depravity often means the collapse of divinity, never to return to its original light.
Snow Sister... she's actually gone this far?
"How could this be..." Su Zui's voice trembled.
"Because of me." Qian Daoliu's voice trembled slightly.
"It's all my fault. If I had destroyed the Clear Sky Sect sooner and killed Tang Hao sooner, none of this would have happened."
Qian Daoliu sounded somewhat dejected; this incident had been a huge blow to him.
This old man dedicated his entire life to the Angel God, and he saw Qian Renxue as his hope, but now, that hope has been shattered.
Like a bubble, it bursts at the slightest touch.
Su Zui closed her eyes.
It felt like something was tightly blocking my chest.
He always believed that becoming stronger would allow him to protect those around him. But what was the result?
I think I've messed everything up.
Su Zui was raised by Qian Daoliu, so how could he not be like him? They are both like this, wanting to take everything upon themselves.
In Su Zui's heart, it wasn't Qian Daoliu's fault, it was all her own.
"Where is she now?" Su Zui opened her eyes, her voice already cold.
At this moment, Su Zui's killing intent was stronger than ever before.
He finally understood what Grandpa Qian was thinking when he destroyed the Clear Sky Sect.
Qian Daoliu silent for a few seconds.
"The Slaughter City."
Su Zui's pupils contracted sharply.
Slaughter City.
He had heard of that place.
Darkness, bloodshed, and despair.
That place is where the fallen gather; it is the most dangerous place on the continent.
"Why did she go there?" Su Zui pressed.
"The Fallen Angel's murderous aura is too overwhelming," Qian Daoliu sighed. "She can't slaughter civilians; she can only slaughter the fallen."
Su Zui didn't ask any more questions.
The pain of someone who has always lived in the light suddenly falling into darkness is unimaginable to ordinary people.
And all of this is because of myself.
Su Zui looked down at the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in her hand.
They were originally picked for her, but now, she is no longer in the Spirit Hall.
This sentiment is belated.