Xue Qinghe listened with a calm expression, but inside, she was overjoyed.
A Dao bore no ill will toward Spirit Hall. He even seemed to like it. That was undoubtedly the second-best news Xue Qinghe had received today.
The best news was that Qi Dao had survived a pursuit by a Soul Emperor–level Fallen Soul Master—and had even killed his pursuer.
Xue Qinghe had always been proud. Even the three members of the so-called Spirit Hall Golden Generation failed to impress her.
But Qi Dao was different.
At first, she had only wanted to recruit a trusted confidant.
Now, though, Qi Dao's place in her heart had steadily risen.
He was no longer just a confidant. He felt more like a friend—or perhaps she had already come to think of him as a younger brother.
Especially after he had told her, before leaving for the Star Dou Great Forest, that he would protect her for the rest of her life.
That was precisely why one worry had never left her.
If Qi Dao learned her true identity one day, would he cut ties with her?
So when Xue Qinghe discovered that Qi Dao thought well of Spirit Hall, she could hardly contain her excitement.
After they exchanged a few more words, Qi Dao sighed. "It's just a shame about Senior Li Luo. He held off another Fallen Soul Master for me and lost an arm."
On the Douluo Continent, losing a limb was an extremely serious injury. Even the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul could not regrow one.
In the original story, Tang San had used a Soul Bone as a framework to heal Tang Hao's severed limb. Then he had used the Blue Silver Emperor Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone's power—"wildfire cannot burn it all away; spring winds bring