As he thought it over, Qian Renheng suddenly raised his head and looked toward the deep, boundless sky beyond the Hall of Douluo.
Could it be that, long, long ago, some scheming old bastard had already been watching this place?! That couldn't be possible, could it?!
If that were true, then Spirit Hall's situation seemed rather grim. If he had truly set his sights on this place...
"Hiss—" Qian Renheng sucked in a sharp breath and silently prayed, "I hope this is only my speculation, not the truth!"
"Before I died, I reviewed my entire cultivation journey and ultimately came to a conclusion!"
The moment he said this, everyone's eyes turned toward Qian Wuji. Had he discovered something?!
Under everyone's gaze, Qian Wuji did not panic. Instead, he deliberately put on a profound expression. "This strange illness of mine may have been caused by cultivating too quickly, resulting in something going wrong with my cultivation!"
"Or perhaps my body or Martial Soul developed some abnormality after my Soul Power Level broke through!"
"So what was the cause, Uncle-Grandfather?" Qian Renheng asked, directly voicing everyone's greatest concern.
"But as for the exact reason my Soul Power kept draining away as if it had gone out of control... honestly, I don't know." Qian Wuji spread his hands awkwardly.
Qian Yanyan: "..."
Qian Wushuang: "..."
Qian Daoliu: "..."
Qian Xunji: "..."
Qian Renheng: "..."
Qian Renxue: "..."
For some reason, Qian Renheng felt that his great-great-grandfather had still gone too easy on Uncle-Grandfather when beating him up.
Veins bulged on Qian Yanyan's forehead. So after saying all that, it had all been nonsense, and he still didn't know the cause?
"Idiot!" Qian Yanyan cursed. "Since it was a strange illness, did none of you think to find someone with the Nine Heart Begonia