Qian Renxue was very pleased with the look in Bibi Dong's eyes. There was nothing more convincing than proof through action, and Bibi Dong had gone from disdain to being moved.
Snake Lance Douluo put away the Sun God Needle and carefully stored it in his Soul Tool Ring.
Meanwhile, after recovering, Yue Guan's face was deathly pale. He no longer looked at Snake Lance Douluo with contempt, but with deep wariness. He turned and asked, "What kind of weapon did you just use?"
Snake Lance Douluo replied, "A Soul Tool."
"A Soul Tool?" Yue Guan murmured, then followed Bibi Dong and the others into Pontiff Hall.
The Soul Tools that had existed ten thousand years ago were generally Storage Soul Tools. They fell far short of the level of development achieved ten thousand years later, and every Storage Soul Tool was a nonrenewable resource.
"You and Yue Guan may leave. If even a word about what happened today gets out, you know the consequences."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed slightly, paid their respects, and left Pontiff Hall. Yue Guan still felt as if needles were pricking his back. Just moments ago, he had nearly died.
The vast Pontiff Hall was now occupied by only four people: Huo Yuhao, Qian Renxue, Snake Lance Douluo, and Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong asked amiably, "Tell me, how did you return from ten thousand years in the future?"
Qian Renxue was very pleased with Bibi Dong's attitude. Now this was how you acted when asking for help! She felt immensely satisfied.
Bibi Dong fought back her anger as she looked at Qian Renxue. The Scepter in her hand trembled slightly.
"It all started when my little brother suddenly fell from the sky..."
Qian Renxue recounted how she had met Huo Yuhao and traveled