Puff puff puff puff!
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of popping sounds.
Dugu Lu, who had once again sensed the change in Xu Jie's aura, noticed Xu Jie's resentful gaze and awkwardly found himself speechless.
"Lu, go to the dorms and bring Yuhao here for me!"
"Uh, okay." Stared at by Xu Jie's resentful eyes, Dugu Lu immediately agreed. He dashed out of the Underground Chamber and hurried all the way toward Shrek.
Seeing Dugu Lu leave and Qian Qin still studying the Martial Soul issue within her body, Xu Jie did not disturb her. He sat cross-legged again and suppressed his cultivation. Practice made perfect; this time, it took less than a quarter of an hour to suppress his rapidly surging cultivation back down to level thirty.
Then he stood and turned toward Qian Qin. "Auntie Qian, how does it feel?"
Six pristine white wings fluttered as Qian Qin finally recovered from her shock. "It feels good, but there's a sense of detachment."
"Mm." Xu Jie nodded. Auntie Qian's feeling was correct. He, too, could tell that Qian Qin's Martial Soul had not recovered.
The four new wings that had appeared on her back had been entirely filled with Xu Jie's power.
With Xu Jie's perception, as long as he wished it, he could strip the wings from Qian Qin's back at any time.
Moreover, without Xu Jie's power to sustain them, those four wings would eventually dissipate.
Meanwhile, in the God Realm.
Rumble!
A rare tremor shook the ground. Every god in the God Realm raised their heads and looked toward the source of the disturbance—the ruins of the Angel God Temple. Ever since, roughly thirty years ago by God Realm time, the inheritors of the Angel God and the Rakshasa