A faint scorch mark still lingered on the hem of his robe.
He looked down at it for a moment, casually brushed it off, then turned and flew down toward Qian Renxue.
The moment Qian Renxue saw Xiao Yun return, she checked him for injuries.
Xiao Yun let her inspect him from every angle. Only after confirming that he was unharmed, with nothing more than a scorched hem, did she relax.
After all, she knew what her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, was capable of. Xiao Yun was the first person to withstand all ten rounds of her grandfather's trial head-on. Even her second grandfather, the level ninety-eight Golden Crocodile Douluo, could only rely on his extraordinary defense to withstand the eighth round before he had to retreat in defeat.
With her grandfather's approval secured, Qian Renxue no longer had to worry about anyone else standing in their way. She took Xiao Yun's hand and flew back to Spirit City with him.
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu did not return to the earlier manor. Instead, he went straight back to the Worship Hall.
When he landed before the Worship Hall, the consequences of exhausting his soul power with those ten rounds of Sacred Light Spears finally caught up with him. He nearly lost his footing and fell, and even the angel wings on his back almost dissipated.
Fortunately, his body was strong enough that he recovered quickly, sparing himself the embarrassment in front of his old brothers.
The doors of the Worship Hall closed soundlessly. Qian Daoliu landed in the center of the great hall, the hem of his robe brushing lightly across the floor.
He walked over to the seat of honor and sat down, his bearing unchanged. Yet the Consecrators present could all tell that his aura was weaker than when he