By the time Qian Renxue awoke again, three days had already passed. She had clearly sensed the abnormal changes within her body, and from the moment she woke, her expression had been unpleasant—or rather, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
No one knew what Dark Qian Renxue had discussed with her. They only knew that the negotiations between the two had apparently not gone smoothly; one could even say they had created even more conflicts.
When faced with Qian Daoliu's questions, Qian Renxue clearly did not wish to say much, as though she had some unspeakable difficulty. Qian Daoliu had faintly guessed something, but he did not state it outright. He merely allowed Qian Renxue to sit alone in the Angel Sacred Hall, lost in thought.
Shen Hanyu knew about these matters, but he was not in a hurry to intervene. At present, he had something even more pressing to resolve: his first Martial Soul, the Cold Sky Spear, was about to transform into a true divine artifact.
In truth, throughout his journey, aside from when his strength had still been low and he had made frequent use of his Martial Souls and soul skills, he had relied on his formidable Soul Power cultivation to crush everything in his path. Compared to other Soul Masters, Martial Souls and even soul skills had a rather weak presence for him. In Shen Hanyu's words, his strength had always far surpassed that of Soul Masters at the same level. Unless necessary, he actually preferred using Soul Power directly rather than his Martial Soul.
Though he said so, the Cold Sky Spear was the first Martial Soul he had possessed after arriving in this world. It had also been his greatest support, even his foundation, throughout his growth. Shen Hanyu had always