In Mo Lin's room, Qian Renxue sat in the position of hall master. Before her stood an exquisitely carved marble desk.
At that moment, she was writing furiously as she reviewed Grace Hall's official documents.
Ever since she had established her identity as the hall master's wife before everyone that day, she had formally taken over all powers of inspection and decision-making for Grace Hall, once again entering the dull routine of reviewing vast quantities of documents every day.
However, even after more than a month of expansion, Grace Hall was still far smaller in scale than the entire Heaven Dou Empire.
Having been Xue Qinghe for so many years, Qian Renxue did not consider this workload to be much.
The only thing weighing heavily on her mind was Mo Lin's whereabouts.
Even after dispatching every investigator Grace Hall could spare, more than a month had passed without any results. Mo Lin remained completely out of contact.
Thinking of this, Qian Renxue put down her pen, rose to her feet, and looked out at the sky beyond the window.
"Little Lin, where exactly are you?"
Over this period, Qian Renxue had made this gesture and spoken to herself several times.
But unlike before, this time, her words received an answer.
"Far away at the edge of the sky, yet right before your eyes."
A familiar voice reached Qian Renxue's ears. When she turned around, the person standing before her made her eyes well up.
Mo Lin stood in the center of the room with a faint smile on his face. Opening his arms, he said, "Little Xue, I'm back."
Yet the instant Mo Lin spoke those words, Qian Renxue's expression darkened, and an extremely ominous atmosphere instantly filled the entire room.
One thousandth of a second later, the Angel Holy