"Suit yourself!" Without turning her head, Qian Renxue respectfully bowed three times before Xue Ye's coffin. No one could see her face, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"What should we do? The Emperor's state funeral cannot be held until seven days from now, and Spirit Hall's people will probably stay until then!" Prince Xue Xing had already come to Dugu Bo's side and asked in a low voice.
"We have to find someone to keep an eye on her. That little girl is already a Soul Douluo. Compared to her, every other prodigy—including Spirit Hall's previous Golden Generation—isn't worth shit!" Sensing the faint yet undisguised Soul Power fluctuations around Qian Renxue, Dugu Bo looked as though he had seen a ghost and blurted out without thinking.
"Hm?" Madara raised a brow at Dugu Bo's declaration and narrowed his eyes at him.
That expression clearly said: I'll give you one minute to rethink your wording!
"Not including you! You're not a genius—you're a monster!" Perhaps sensing the meaning in Madara's gaze, Dugu Bo's mouth twitched as he spoke.
He had nearly forgotten that there was an even more formidable ancestor standing right in front of him! Madara had risen too quickly for them to regard him as a junior at all. Only now did they suddenly realize that this young man was barely over twenty.
"Young brother, you seem to be around the same age as that Holy Maiden. Why not have you keep an eye on her?" Sword Douluo stood proudly to one side like an unsheathed sword and made the aloof suggestion.
"No problem." Madara nodded slightly to Sword Douluo in agreement.
Honestly, it would be best to have someone of a similar age monitor Qian Renxue, so there would at least be a plausible excuse.