The moment the oath fell, the life god seal between her brows glowed faintly. A vast divine might pressed down upon Qian Daoliu, making even this Limit Douluo's heart tremble.
Qian Daoliu stood there with a pale face. Seeing Bo Saixi's utterly unyielding demeanor, he could only let out a dejected sigh in the end.
He turned to look at Ye Xuan, his gaze filled with undisguised envy, jealousy, and hatred.
He envied Ye Xuan for being able to make Bo Saixi devote herself to protecting him so wholeheartedly, hated that he possessed such an incomparable divine servant, and resented himself for being a step too late—as well as fate's cruel mockery.
Ye Xuan had long since grown accustomed to this. He merely said indifferently, "Grand Pontiff, Bo Saixi's identity is special now. Please do not make things difficult for her anymore."
"I understand." Qian Daoliu waved a hand, a trace of disappointment in his voice.
"Forget it. This is a divine decree and cannot be defied. Since she has chosen you, then I wish you success in your divine trial."
After leaving the Pope Palace, Ye Xuan returned to the Lake Heart Island where he lived.
As his divine servant, Bo Saixi naturally had to remain by his side at all times to protect him, so she slept in the same room as him.
Naturally, Qian Daoliu, that old simp, saw this scene as well, and his heart instantly shattered into pieces.
He and Tang Hao had fought over Bo Saixi for so many years, yet neither of them had won her in the end. Instead, she had gone to a young man like Ye Xuan.
Of course.
That was all Qian Daoliu's own imagination.
The relationship between Ye Xuan and Bo Saixi had not progressed anywhere near