For some time afterward, the training ground became a place Qian Renxue visited every day.
Before dawn had fully broken, she would rise and circulate her Soul Power, tempering her foundational techniques again and again.
Qian Daoliu had placed immense hopes on her, and her training regimen was exceedingly harsh. Her pure white training dress was often soaked through with sweat, while her childish arms repeatedly performed the motions that summoned holy light until her muscles ached unbearably.
Everyone in the hall, whenever they spoke to her, could never avoid talking about bloodline, inheritance, and the glory of the Angel God. Her grandfather reminded her that she bore the future of their clan; her father expected her to uphold Spirit Hall. The maids and elders treated her with respectful flattery. No one was willing to sit down and listen to a child speak of the worries in her heart beyond cultivation.
Only Lin Xun was different.
Whenever her training ended and dusk spread across the white jade corridors, Qian Renxue would always unconsciously make her way to their agreed-upon place.
Lin Xun would often sit quietly against a corridor pillar, his plain brocade robe gently stirred by the evening breeze, as though he had been waiting there all along.
This day, after finishing her grueling training, Qian Renxue sat wearily on the stone steps. She let out a long breath, and the loose strands over her forehead were damp with sweat. When she looked up and saw Lin Xun approaching at an unhurried pace, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
"Training this late again?" Lin Xun asked calmly as he sat beside her.
Qian Renxue nodded softly, her fingers gently kneading her aching forearm. "Grandfather says that an Angel's inheritor cannot slack off. I have to become ever more proficient at