Yan smiled noncommittally.
"You don't believe me?" Qian Renxue shot Yan a sidelong glance.
"No." Yan shook his head.
That was a lie. He did not believe Qian Renxue would return to Spirit Hall merely for a Purple Record Medal investiture ceremony.
To ordinary soul masters, the Purple Record Medal could be called the highest honor in the soul master world.
But to the Qian Clan, the true Celestial Dragons of Spirit Hall, it probably amounted to nothing.
If Qian Renxue's return was not because something had gone wrong in the Heaven Dou Empire, then it was likely that the Grand Elder of the Worship Hall, who rarely showed himself, had summoned her back.
The reason was not hard to guess. Qian Renxue clearly had the potential to become a god, yet she had gone undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire for the so-called grand cause of Spirit Hall.
Not only had her cultivation been delayed, but even now she was merely a Soul Saint. Her attempt to usurp the Heaven Dou throne also seemed indefinitely distant.
As Qian Renxue grew older, Yan did not believe Qian Daoliu was not anxious.
It was only because of her childhood that Qian Renxue had developed a proud and self-reliant personality, along with an almost obsessive desire to gain Bibi Dong's recognition.
In order to prevent Qian Renxue's state of mind from becoming unbalanced and developing major flaws, he had indulged her wishes and refrained from interfering excessively.
He had only hoped time would heal the wounds of Qian Renxue's childhood. Yet the results seemed poor. Instead, she had become increasingly stubborn, as though she would never turn back until she succeeded.
But in Yan's view, Qian Daoliu had chosen the wrong approach.
Rather than indulging Qian Renxue and letting her do as