Looking at the handsome man before her, Qian Ningshuang suspected she was seeing things.
Golden hair fell to his waist, and he wore fitted white clothes. His emerald-green eyes were filled with melancholy.
This handsome man, who would cause a commotion walking down any street, stood before Qian Ningshuang and told her that he was Qian Chongling.
Where was her white-haired, kindly old-ancestor grandfather?
Qian Chongling, however, looked utterly unconcerned. He lifted Qian Ningshuang right out of her chair, sat down in it himself, and began reviewing documents.
After staring at him suspiciously for a long while, Qian Ningshuang finally could not help asking, "Old Master, how did you become like this?"
Casually setting several signed and annotated documents aside, Qian Chongling continued reviewing the next one without looking up. "What's so strange about that? I was once a Main God, after all. I can alter my appearance whenever I please."
"So, Old Master, have you recovered your cultivation?"
"No. Recovering divine-level cultivation and condensing a physical body are two different matters. Compared with the God Realm, Douluo Planet is incomplete in certain respects, so recovery is even more difficult."
"Then what stage are you at now, Old Master?"
"Before, killing a God Official was effortless. A third-class god would take some effort, a second-class god could barely be fought, and against a First-Class God, running was the better option.
"Now, killing a Limit Douluo is effortless. I can barely fight a God Official, but against a third-class god, I should still run."
Qian Ningshuang was dumbfounded. How had his cultivation regressed the more he recovered it?
"Why has your cultivation...?"
"I fused away my original divine position."
"Why fuse it away?"
"Because I saw another path, a path far beyond that of a God King."
Qian Ningshuang was even