"Xiao Lin?! How are you here?" Qian Renxue turned her head, saw Mo Lin's face, and asked in surprise.
Mo Lin stared intently at Qian Daoliu, whose entire body was engulfed in golden flames, and instructed:
"Xiao Xue, don't resist the process. Go along with it. Leave everything else to me. I'll keep your grandfather alive."
Looking at Mo Lin's profile, Qian Renxue did not know what to do for a moment. Faced with the life and death of a family member, she still could not keep herself as steady as usual.
Mo Lin sensed the panic in Qian Renxue's heart. He cupped her face in both hands and turned it toward him, gazing into her eyes as he said gently:
"Don't panic, Xiao Xue. What you need to do now is fulfill your grandfather's wish. As for your wish, leave it to your man."
Having said that, Mo Lin turned his attention back to Qian Daoliu, who was burning in golden fire. His expression grew solemn as he slowly walked toward him, while two streams of energy, one red and one blue, both gleaming with golden light, surged from his body.
Looking at Mo Lin's back, Qian Renxue finally felt somewhat reassured. She released the hilt of the Angel Holy Sword and relaxed herself, following the operation of the Angel Holy Hall.
The instant she relaxed, golden light erupted. The entire Angel God Temple seemed to transform into a dazzling golden sphere of light. Like the sun, it illuminated the starry sky, lit up everything around it, and swallowed Qian Renxue's body.
Inside the Angel God Temple, every pattern burned with intense golden flames. Qian Renxue only felt her body shift, and she had already been transported elsewhere. The gray Angel God Statue had now completely turned golden. It