Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at her, a trace of complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.
He remembered that tiny girl from back then, standing timidly in the corner when she first arrived at the Worship Hall, curiously studying those old men with her golden eyes.
In the blink of an eye, several decades had passed.
The little girl of those days had now become a god.
An indescribable sense of gratification welled up within him, but then he thought of someone else.
Qian Daoliu.
That old friend had given his life for this day.
Golden Crocodile Douluo lowered his head, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Miss... if the Grand Worshiper could have seen today, how wonderful that would have been."
The atmosphere inside the Divine Temple instantly grew heavy.
Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly.
She closed her eyes, and that aged yet benevolent face emerged in her mind.
Grandfather...
To let her inherit the Angel Godhood, Qian Daoliu had sacrificed himself and passed all his divine power to her.
At that moment, she had watched helplessly as her grandfather's body turned into specks of golden light and dispersed within the Angel God Temple.
"Girl, live well. See this world for Grandpa..."
Those were the last words her grandfather had left her.
Qian Renxue opened her eyes, tears faintly glimmering in those golden pupils.
"Grandfather..."
Her voice caught in her throat.
"He traded his life for who I am today."
Golden Crocodile Douluo took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently patted her shoulder.
"Miss, the Grand Worshiper... did it willingly. His greatest wish in life was to see the Angel God descend upon the mortal world once more. Now, you have achieved it. His spirit in heaven will surely be comforted."
Qian Renxue nodded but said nothing.
She knew her grandfather