"I told him about what you did in Slaughter City, how you saved me on Hell Road, and how you let me go. I told him what kind of person you are: you don't have great ambitions, and you're neither a ruthless hero nor a saint. You just want to protect your family and the people you care about. That's all."
Qian Renxue paused. Her clear blue eyes rested on Luo Yun, and a faint trace of nervousness flickered in their depths.
"Grandpa didn't believe me. He said, 'How could someone who fought his way through a hundred battles in Slaughter City at the age of six have no ambition?' I told him that wasn't ambition. It was an obsession. He killed those who deserved to die because his father had told him they deserved it. He slaughtered the Spirit Hall Soul Masters because they had slaughtered his city. He hunted down Bibi Dong because she owed him four thousand three hundred and seventy-six lives."
Qian Renxue drew a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly.
"Everything he's done, he's done for other people. Not for himself."
Luo Yun stood in front of Qian Renxue, silent for a long time.
He looked into her clear blue eyes and saw that faint trace of nervousness in their depths.
She was waiting for his answer.
"I, Qian Renxue, granddaughter of the Grand Pontiff of Spirit Hall, inheritor of the Angel God's legacy, and Six-Ring Soul Emperor." Qian Renxue's voice had returned to normal. Her clear blue eyes looked straight at Luo Yun.
"Am I worthy of becoming your fiancée?"
Luo Yun looked at her, his blood-red eyes shifting slightly.
They had crossed paths three times.
They had never been particularly close, but each time, she had left him with a different impression.
He