Qian Renxue Returns

Spirit City, city gate.

At dusk, the horizon was spread with sunset clouds woven from gold-red and purple-gray, outlining Spirit City's towering silhouette in solemn, mysterious strokes.

A plain carriage drawn by two pure-black steeds slowly stopped outside Spirit City's east gate.

The carriage did not stand out, but if someone with keen Soul Power perception came near, they would discover an extremely faint yet unusually tough Soul Power barrier shrouding the carriage compartment—that was the handiwork of a Titled Douluo.

The curtain was gently lifted by a slender, fair hand with distinct joints.

Qian Renxue's gaze passed through the carriage window and fell on the familiar city before her.

The city wall still towered high, the guards' silver armor gleaming with a cold, hard sheen beneath the setting sun. Pedestrians, carriages, and horses entered and left in orderly fashion. Everything seemed no different from when she had left.

I'm back, Dai Chengfeng... Qian Renxue thought silently.

"Young Master, we've arrived." Outside the carriage compartment came Pufferfish Douluo's deep, low, respectful voice.

Qian Renxue composed herself and temporarily pressed down the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

Today, she wore a simple set of goose-yellow casual clothes, her long hair loosely coiled with a plain jade hairpin. She had lost some of the dignified steadiness required of her when she was "Xue Qinghe," and gained a touch more of the softness a woman her age ought to have. Yet because of the experience settled in those purple-gold eyes and the sharpness that occasionally flashed through them, she appeared especially unlike anyone else.

"Mm." She responded, her voice calm.

Pufferfish Douluo asked respectfully, "Young Master, now that you have returned, should this subordinate report to Pope Your Majesty first?"

"No need." Qian Renxue answered very quickly, almost without thinking. "There's no need