Qian Renxue

The instant Dai Chengfeng felt that pressure, his Soul Power circulated on its own, and a layer of pale gold light quietly surfaced over his body, dissolving that mountain-like weight into nothing. His steps did not pause in the slightest. Instead, he tightened his grip on Qian Renxue's hand and walked straight toward the depths of the courtyard.

Qian Renxue turned her head to look at him in surprise. Seeing that his expression was as calm as ever, she relaxed slightly, but the tension in her heart did not lessen in the slightest.

The two passed through the courtyard and arrived before an elegant flower hall. The doors stood open, revealing the antique furnishings within. In the center of the hall, on a Sandalwood chair, Qian Daoliu sat upright, his silver hair combed immaculately, his face as calm as still water, giving away neither joy nor anger. He held a cup of tea in his hand and was slowly skimming away the foam, as if he had not noticed the two of them arrive at all.

But Dai Chengfeng knew very well that the pressure locking onto him came precisely from this rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo, the Grand Elder of Spirit Hall, guardian of the Angel God.

"Grandfather." Qian Renxue released Dai Chengfeng's hand and hurried a few steps into the flower hall, stopping before Qian Daoliu with her head slightly lowered.

Only then did Qian Daoliu raise his eyes. His gaze first lingered on Qian Renxue for a moment, a complex, unreadable look flashing through those deep eyes that seemed able to see through everything, before turning to Dai Chengfeng at the doorway. He spoke calmly, "You're back."

His tone was flat, with no emotion discernible, but the pressure locking onto Dai Chengfeng grew three parts heavier.

Dai Chengfeng