Time slipped quietly by as Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan chatted.
Not until the sun sank in the west.
Only when Azure Luan returned to the main hall did Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan's conversation gradually die down.
"Wanwan, I've had the maids tidy up your room in the Worship Hall. It's right next to the Young Master's bedroom. You can take a look later. If anything is missing, just have a maid go buy it."
Azure Luan sat in his usual seat and poured himself a cup of tea.
"All right, Grandpa Azure Luan."
After answering obediently, Bai Wanwan continued chatting with Qian Renxue, who sat in the seat of honor.
Seeing this, Azure Luan did not interrupt them. He simply sipped his tea in silence.
The sky gradually darkened.
Night fell.
Qian Renxue checked the time, rose from her seat, and walked over to Bai Wanwan, naturally holding out a hand.
"Wanwan, your room is next to mine. It's getting late, and we're heading the same way anyway, so I'll take you over to see the room they prepared for you."
Bai Wanwan held out her own hand and placed it in Qian Renxue's.
"Sorry for the trouble, big sister."
With that, Bai Wanwan rose from her seat.
After saying goodbye to Azure Luan, the two walked straight out of the main hall and headed off together.
Watching them walk hand in hand, Azure Luan grew thoughtful. But after a moment's consideration, he decided that this seemed perfectly normal.
They were close in age, and both were children.
As long as children found something they enjoyed talking about, their friendship could grow very quickly.
Meanwhile.
Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan walked along a bluestone path.
Soon, they reached the room. They pushed open the door, went inside, switched on the lights, and began looking around.
The furnishings were simple: a large bed, two wardrobes, a bookshelf, a desk, a dressing table, a table, and a few chairs.
But the room was spotless. Even calling it immaculate would be no exaggeration. The bedding was brand-new, and there was not a single wrinkle in the neatly laid covers.
"What do you think?"
"If you need anything, just tell a maid."
Qian Renxue looked at Bai Wanwan questioningly.
"It looks lovely. I don't think anything's missing."
"Keeping things simple is nice, too."
After looking around the entire room, Bai Wanwan nodded in satisfaction.
"Good, then. Get some rest. You're going to the Soul Beast Forest with the Second Worship tomorrow."
Qian Renxue waved to Bai Wanwan, left the room, and headed next door.
Once Qian Renxue had left, Bai Wanwan stretched her back and slowly walked over to the bed. She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began trying meditation practice.
Although she had yet to acquire a spirit ring, she could still feel her soul power increasing little by little as she meditated. It was just that this accumulated soul power would only become apparent after she acquired a spirit ring.
The Papal Hall.
Inside a study filled with books.
Bibi Dong held a pen, her gaze fixed quietly in the direction of the Worship Hall, seemingly lost in thought.
A trace of hesitation flashed through her eyes, but determination and hatred soon replaced it. Letting out a soft breath, Bibi Dong put pen to paper and wrote two phrases in large characters: "Plot Tiandou" and "Soul Hunting Operation."
Looking at those phrases, Bibi Dong cast another glance toward the rooms of the Worship Hall before continuing to write.
The study was brightly lit.
Yet it was frighteningly quiet, with only the scratching of the pen against paper echoing through the room.
The night soon passed.
A pale light gradually appeared along the horizon.
Bibi Dong looked at her unfinished plan, put down her pen, picked up the papers, and placed them in her Storage Soul Tool. Then she rose, left the study, and headed to her room.
Meanwhile.
Inside a room furnished in a classical style.
Thin shafts of sunlight fell across the bed. Bai Wanwan, who had remained in meditation practice all night, slowly opened her eyes after her eyelids fluttered a few times.
"Whew..."
Letting out a soft breath, Bai Wanwan assessed her condition and reached a conclusion: meditation practice could not replace sleep. It could greatly ease physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion remained.
She glanced at the time. Seeing that it was only around four in the morning, Bai Wanwan lay back, intending to take a short nap to ease her mental fatigue.
At around eight that morning.
Bai Wanwan slowly woke, got out of bed, washed up, and stepped outside.
She had only just left her room when the door next to hers opened as well, and Qian Renxue emerged.
"Morning, big sister."
Bai Wanwan raised a hand in greeting.
"Morning."
Qian Renxue walked over to Bai Wanwan. "Wanwan, let's have breakfast first."
"Once we've eaten, it should be time to head to the Soul Beast Forest near Spirit City with the Second Worship."
As she spoke, Qian Renxue started walking.
Bai Wanwan agreed and followed her.
Soon, they arrived at a pavilion surrounded by beautiful scenery. Before they even entered, Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan saw the Second Worship sitting at the dining table inside, watching them with a kindly gaze.
They entered the pavilion and sat at the table. After glancing over the lavish breakfast, Qian Renxue was the first to pick up her bowl and chopsticks and begin eating.
"The carriage is already prepared. Once you've finished breakfast, we can leave for the Soul Beast Forest."
Golden Crocodile picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him and began drinking it.
"All right, Second Worship."
Bai Wanwan nodded obediently to Golden Crocodile.
Before long, they finished breakfast.
Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan followed Golden Crocodile toward the Papal Hall.
The Papal Hall was still rather quiet, with only Azure Luan and a few deacons handling administrative affairs.
They reached the entrance to the Papal Hall.
A carriage bearing the emblem of Spirit Hall stood outside.
The horse harnessed to it was exceptionally magnificent. It was no ordinary horse, but a spirit beast known as a Scale Horse.
Upon entering the carriage, they found soft cushions lining the interior, making the seats very comfortable.
Once Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan were seated, Golden Crocodile took his place at the front and drove the carriage toward the end of the street.
Inside the carriage.
Bai Wanwan gazed through the window at the scenery along the street, silently marveling to herself.
Having a Level 98 Peak Douluo drive your carriage-this certainly wasn't a privilege just anyone could enjoy.
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