Throughout the journey, Qian Daoliu had no idea how to speak to Chen Ming. After all, Chen Ming had discovered Qian Renxue's disguise yet pretended to know nothing. That alone suggested he had seen through it but chosen not to expose it. If the two of them discussed it now, then...
Ultimately, Qian Daoliu himself was not particularly fond of the Nation-Stealing Plan. The problem was that he could not sway Qian Renxue. On top of that, Bibi Dong, as the Pope of Spirit Hall, had indeed placed considerable psychological pressure on Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue's identity could not see the light of day within Spirit Hall either, so Qian Daoliu could only hold his nose and agree to the matter. At most, he could say he was not that opposed to it. But if an opportunity arose to bring his granddaughter back from the Heaven Dou Empire, he would certainly choose to fetch her as quickly as possible.
Only after they had flown in silence to the edge of the continent did Chen Ming slowly speak:
"Martial uncle, there are things I don't want to say too much about, but this sort of thing doesn't accord with the Angel God's will, does it? Someone who inherits godhood needs more than talent. Their will must also be sufficiently close to that of the former god. Someone who specializes in scheming cannot inherit a love that embraces all."
"Just as two spirit masters with the same martial soul and the same innate talent might be as far apart as heaven and earth because of their different states of mind."
"I understand. But how much do you know?" Qian Daoliu's expression was bitter, and he felt an indescribable distress.
"After first discovering the disguise, I investigated for roughly two or three days