Huo Yuhao looked Qian Daoliu straight in the eyes, completely unaffected by the restraint of a Limit Douluo.
He was speaking so calmly with Qian Daoliu out of consideration for Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi. If Qian Daoliu failed to appreciate that, he would not mind unleashing an Undead Calamity as his teacher had.
Ever since arriving here with Qian Renxue, Huo Yuhao had discovered that Spirit City had practically been built atop a cemetery. Spirit Hall had endured for a thousand years, but before it, other factions must have taken root here. Countless powerful corpses lay sleeping below—Limit Douluo, Peak Douluo, Super Douluo, and Titled Douluo were everywhere.
There was no place more suitable to become his battlefield.
The atmosphere instantly turned tense and hostile.
Just then, Qian Renxue lifted the curtain and stepped out from behind it. She had been waiting there all along.
"Grandpa, I told you, you would never be able to persuade him." Qian Renxue's appearance immediately eased the tension between them.
"I will not join any soul master faction." Huo Yuhao remained firm.
"I know. Grandpa just wanted to try one last time." Qian Renxue spread her hands.
"Fine, I guarantee this will be the last time. From now on, we will only tell outsiders that you are an honored guest of Spirit Hall. By the way, do you have any requirements for the place where you will enter seclusion?" Seeing Huo Yuhao's cold expression, Qian Renxue knew her grandfather had stepped on his sore spot. A powerful inheritor of a godly position being provoked by another god's high priest—if only for the dignity of the gods, he would never let it slide.
"No. It only needs to be quiet and free from disturbance." Huo Yuhao shook his head. As long as he remained