Golden sunlight scattered like flecks of gold over Spirit City's magnificent buildings, while a solemn air hung over the summit of Sacred Mountain.
Having just finished their covert inspection of Holy Soul Village, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue turned into two streaks of light and landed smoothly on the Worship Hall's spacious White Jade Plaza.
The siblings were about to return to their rooms for a short rest, but before they could step onto the hall's stairs, a golden blur swept toward them with a howl of wind and planted itself directly in their path.
It was Saint Radiance Douluo, Qian Wuji, clutching a folding fan with resentment written all over his face.
"Xiao Heng, Xiao Xue! You two little ingrates really have grown up now! Does growing up mean you've completely forgotten your Uncle-Grandfather?!"
Qian Wuji immediately launched into a loud lament worthy of the stage. Clutching his chest in anguish, as though he had suffered some terrible injustice, he cried, "Think back to when you were little. When did you ever travel without your Uncle-Grandfather personally accompanying and protecting you? Now that you've grown up and can stand on your own, you don't need me when you go gallivanting around anymore?"
The more Qian Wuji spoke, the more carried away he became. He even made a show of squeezing out two nonexistent tears. "You little ingrates! How could you seduce an old man only to abandon him?"
"I'm practically growing mushrooms from being cooped up in the Supreme Elder Hall! I want to come along and get some fresh air too!"
At this utterly ridiculous accusation, Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue stopped in unison and exchanged looks, their speechlessness plain on their faces.
"Uncle-Grandfather..." Qian Renheng pressed a hand to his forehead, a headache coming on. He sighed