Will the Angel God Really...

The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the wind was gentle too.

The distant mountains rose layer upon layer. Above their peaks, dark clouds seemed to gather, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

Dark clouds seemed to gather, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling. The tips of the distant mountains continually pierced the clouds, and raindrops slowly fell afterward. Were those the moon's tears?

But clearly, someone was destined to lose sleep tonight.

All the worshippers had left the Angel Sacred Hall, leaving only Golden Crocodile Douluo and Qian Daoliu behind.

"Grand Worshipper, was that boy truly the Sea God's heir?"

"That divine power fluctuation couldn't be mistaken. You could feel it too—that was the aura of the sea. It was exactly like the power Bo Saixi wielded back then, and its level was clearly much higher than hers."

A trace of sorrow appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

He rubbed the space between his brows helplessly. His feelings were incredibly complicated at that moment, a mixture of joy and sorrow, relief and worry.

He was happy that his granddaughter had found the man of her dreams. They loved each other, and they were well matched.

Even if he was gone one day, someone would be there to care for her and keep her company.

More than that, Spirit Hall had hope of producing two gods in one generation and becoming a true peak power standing above the continent.

With that, many beneficial policies that had previously been impossible to implement could be fully enacted, leaving Evil Soul Masters with no chance to rise again.

No, perhaps it would be three gods in one generation.

"Ah, Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was taken aback when Qian Daoliu suddenly mentioned Bibi Dong. He spoke with frustration, as though disappointed by her