Thank Spirit Hall for Sparing Us

At an altitude of ten thousand meters, the biting wind swept soundlessly through the air, which was filled with oppressive, deathly stillness.

"When exactly did you go to that place?"

Bibi Dong's expression did not ripple in the slightest, though a trace of icy coldness flashed deep within her eyes.

"I don't understand what you mean."

Qian Renxue's tone carried a hint of distance and confusion, as though she were genuinely baffled by Bibi Dong's question.

"Can't you even recognize what you looked like as a child?"

A mocking curve formed at Bibi Dong's lips as she pointed at the little golden-haired girl on the Heavenly Screen.

"Hmm?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Qian Renxue's eyes as she fixed her gaze tightly on the figure within the Heavenly Screen.

A moment later, complicated emotions welled up within her.

The little golden-haired girl on the Heavenly Screen was clearly her younger self!

Qian Renxue frowned more deeply, rapidly searching through fragments of her memories.

She had never seen the ancient ancestral hall shown on the Heavenly Screen, much less visited it with her grandfather.

"No matter what you were plotting back then, it's all futile in the face of the current situation."

Bibi Dong let out a cold scoff, her tone brimming with disdain.

Qian Renxue ignored Bibi Dong's mockery. Her eyes returned to the Heavenly Screen, hoping to find an answer in what followed.

The image on the Heavenly Screen abruptly shifted.

"Xue'er, this is the ancestral hall our Qian Clan has guarded for generations. Go in and seek guidance from our ancestors."

With a serious expression, Qian Daoliu spoke to Qian Renxue beside him.

"Understood, Grandfather."

Qian Renxue nodded obediently and stepped into the ancestral hall.

"Big Brother, Xue'er is only nine this year, yet you actually agreed to