Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue curled her lips into a confident smile, her voice brimming with certainty.
"Rest assured, Master. If my mother wants to secure her position as the Pope of Spirit Hall, she must have my grandfather's support—or at the very least, ensure that he does not oppose her. So, since my grandfather has personally stepped in, there will absolutely be no problem with this."
She looked at Yang Xing with an exceptionally serious gaze.
"Moreover, my grandfather personally guaranteed that no matter who it is in Spirit Hall, including that woman—my biological mother, Bibi Dong—if they dare lay a hand on you or those around you, he will personally act and give you an explanation, Master."
After saying this, a sly glint suddenly flickered deep within Qian Renxue's azure eyes, so subtly that it was almost impossible to detect.
"If Master still does not trust those guarantees, Xue'er can also have Grandfather speak with you personally and explain things."
Yang Xing did not answer immediately. He merely propped his chin up with one hand and quietly watched Qian Renxue across from him with a faintly amused look.
That gaze, as though it had seen through all her little thoughts, made Qian Renxue's composed and icy demeanor stiffen slightly. A faint blush spread across her snow-white face at a visible speed.
Qian Renxue unconsciously coughed lightly, shifting her gaze slightly aside as she tried to keep her voice calm.
"Actually, it is my grandfather who has always hoped for an opportunity to speak with you personally, Master."
Seeing this rare display of girlishness from her, Yang Xing finally showed a look of understanding and smiled as he shook his head.
"I really do not quite believe your grandfather's guarantee." Yang Xing's tone was casual. "It is not that