Bibi Dong naturally took Qian Renxue from Ya Wen's arms.
She lowered her head and stroked her daughter's soft hair.
Although Qian Renxue had golden hair like Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong always felt that her features and personality resembled her own.
"I..."
Ya Wen looked somewhat at a loss.
"You should go back first," Bibi Dong said softly without lifting her head.
With no other choice, Ya Wen said her farewells and left.
Bibi Dong did sympathize with what Ya Wen had gone through.
Bibi Dong carefully placed her daughter on the bed.
She casually pulled over a chair and sat by the bedside. Looking at Qian Renxue's childish little face, indescribable complexity surfaced in Bibi Dong's stunning features.
She recalled the events of the past.
She had lost both parents at a young age and had been raised by Spirit Hall. After awakening her martial soul at six, Qian Xunji had taken notice of her and accepted her as his disciple.
Even now, Bibi Dong clearly remembered the joy and excitement she had felt when she became his disciple.
Back then, Qian Xunji had appeared gentle and refined, a graceful gentleman of wisdom and intellect.
She had truly believed she had found a good teacher.
And in truth, Qian Xunji had never treated her poorly in any respect. As the Pope's personal disciple, she had stood below only one person and above tens of thousands within Spirit Hall.
At the time, Qian Xunji had no children at all. She had been the heir to the next Pope.
That lasted until she met the love of her life, Yu Xiaogang, at the age of seventeen.
She had eagerly told the teacher she respected and loved, never expecting him to fiercely oppose her.
That had also been the first time her