Gangzi Wants to Return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

The hall was deathly silent.

All eyes were on Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong sat on the ground, her body stiffening slightly after hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words.

She didn't respond immediately, but slowly lowered her head and looked at her hands.

Then, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo, then at Qian Daoliu, and finally at the girl who was still leaning against Qian Daoliu, looking lost and dejected.

Her eyes were churning with extremely complex emotions.

"Good."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

But this single word resounded like a thunderclap within the hall.

The elders and bishops of the Bibi Dong faction changed their expressions drastically.

Hu Liena was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. She rushed to Bibi Dong's side, grabbed her arm, and her voice was full of anxiety and disbelief:

"Teacher! You--"

That's fine.

Bibi Dong raised her hand to interrupt her and shook her head at her.

In that gaze, there was reassurance, weariness, and a hint of barely perceptible tenderness.

She didn't say anything more, nor did she look at anyone else.

She stood up, staggered, and had to grab the wall to steady herself.

Then, step by step, she slowly walked out of the hall.

Hu Liena stood there, watching her teacher's lonely figure, tears streaming down her face.

She wanted to chase after him, but Xie Yue gently pulled her arm.

Xie Yue shook her head at her.

Hu Liena bit her lip and ultimately did not chase after him.

Bibi Dong's figure disappeared outside the palace gate.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the disappearing figure, unable to react for a long time.

His eyes widened as he turned to look at Qian Daoliu, his tone full of confusion:

"Big brother, what's wrong with her...?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head, his voice calm:

That's fine.

He didn't explain further.

He looked down at Qian Renxue in his arms; she was still staring blankly at the empty space, tears silently streaming down her face.

Qian Daoliu a sharp pain in his heart. He carefully picked her up, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Big brother..." Guangling Douluo stepped forward, wanting to say something.

Qian Daoliu shook his head at him, then waved to the other retainers, signaling them to disperse.

Then he turned to the elders and bishops who were still standing there, bewildered, and said calmly:

"Everyone, you can leave now."

The crowd looked at each other, and eventually dispersed.

Inside the hall, only Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue remained.

Qian Daoliu, carrying his granddaughter, slowly walked towards the Worship Hall, step by step.

Qian Renxue remained silent in his arms, only clutching his clothes tightly.

Qian Daoliu looked down at her, his heart filled with heartache.

He knew that Xiao Xue needed time.

We need time to process everything that happened today, time to accept the fact that the phantom has vanished, time...

Slowly walk out of it.

He didn't speak, but simply held her in his arms and walked step by step into the depths of the Worship Hall.

Outside the palace, the moonlight was like water.

This upheaval that swept through the Spirit Hall has thus come to an end.

Not a single word got out about what happened inside the palace.

Gulei City.

In a remote village, it was already dark.

Smoke curled from the chimneys of several houses, and a dim light shone from an inconspicuous house at the far end of the village.

Yu Xiaogang sat on the edge of the bed, his face still somewhat pale, but he was much better than he had been a few days ago, looking completely lost.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and remained silent for a long time.

Liu Erlong sat opposite him, glancing up at him every now and then, her eyes full of worry.

Flender leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, silently watching the scene unfold.

Finally, Yu Xiaogang raised his head.

His gaze swept across their faces, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, yet with a firmness he hadn't shown in days:

"Flender, Erlong, can you do me a favor?"

Flender nodded almost instinctively.

Liu Erlong stood up abruptly and said urgently:

"Xiao Gang, when did you become so long-winded? Do we really need to use the word 'help'? Isn't that what we should be doing?"

Her tone was fast and urgent, but hidden within it was the most genuine concern and expectation she had felt these past few days.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the two of them, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

The smile was faint, almost imperceptible. Yet, both Liu Erlong and Flender saw it.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

This was the first time Xiao Gang had smiled in days.

Yu Xiaogang nodded and said to Flender:

"Boss Fu, I think..."

He paused, glanced at Liu Erlong again, and then continued:

"I want to go back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for a visit."

Upon hearing this, Flender's expression changed drastically.

He stood up abruptly, slammed his hand on the table, and spoke in a rapid, loud voice:

"Xiao Gang! Do you know what you're saying?! What if the Fu Family family is still there?! We—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Yu Xiaogang raised his hand to interrupt him, and said calmly:

"Some time has passed now. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is no longer of any value to the Fu Family. They should have finished gathering what they needed to gather by now. We shouldn't be in too much danger going back."

Flender opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself unable to find a reason.

Liu Erlong chimed in from the side:

"That's right, Boss Fu! Just listen to Xiao Gang! Among the three of us, Xiao Gang always makes the decisions. If he says it's okay, then it's definitely okay!"

Her voice carried a hint of barely suppressed anticipation.

Flender looked into her bright, sparkling eyes, then at Yu Xiaogang's calm and resolute gaze, and finally slowly sat back down.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"Alright. I'll go scout ahead first. If I'm sure there's no danger, I'll take you there."

Liu Erlong frowned and said urgently:

"No way! Boss Fu, how can you manage alone? I'm going with you!"

Flender shook his head and said:

"You'll need to keep an eye on Xiao Gang. I'll go check on him first. My Martial Soul is a flying type, so escaping will be easy for me."

Liu Erlong wanted to say something, but Yu Xiaogang gently pulled her hand.

She looked down at Yu Xiaogang, then at Flender, and finally nodded hesitantly.

That night.

Flender spread his Cat Eagle wings, his figure like a black lightning bolt, and sped towards the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Gulei City was not far from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. In less than half an hour, he had already flown over the once majestic and magnificent sect.

He slowed down, circled in the air a few times, and scanned the area below with the gaze of a hawk.

The once magnificent palace is now nothing but a charred ruin.

The crumbling walls cast jagged shadows under the moonlight, like rows of silent tombstones.

A faint smell of burning lingered in the air, and the bloodstains on the ground had dried and turned black, but no one had cleaned them up.

There is no one.

Not a single one.

Flender circled twice more, and only after confirming that he had not detected any signs of life did he turn around and fly back the way he came.

When they returned to their lodgings, Liu Erlong was anxiously standing at the door, looking around.

Seeing him return, he quickly went up to him and asked:

"How about it?"

Flender nodded and replied:

"Nobody's here. There's nothing on the ruins."