Qian Renxue (4)

Dai Chengfeng and Qian Renxue walked side by side out of the area where the Worship Hall stood and stepped onto Spirit City's main avenue.

It was early morning, and sunlight passed through the Thin Mist, spilling over the pure white, magnificent buildings. The whole of Spirit City seemed shrouded in a sacred halo. On both sides of the street, squads of Holy Hall Knights in Silver White Armor were patrolling in formation, their steps perfectly aligned. In the distance, the golden domes of the Pope's Hall and Douluo Hall gleamed brilliantly beneath the sun, displaying the majesty and glory of Martial Soul Hall.

"The first time I came to Spirit City, I was six," Qian Renxue said softly, her gaze carrying a hint of reminiscence. "Back then, my father brought me here and told me this was the sacred land of the continent's soul masters, and also the place our Qian Clan has guarded for generations."

Dai Chengfeng tightened his hold on her hand. "To you, this isn't just a sacred land. It's home."

Qian Renxue nodded, a trace of complexity flashing through her eyes. "Yes, it's home. But sometimes, home also carries responsibilities and expectations that make it hard to breathe." She Turned Head to look at Dai Chengfeng. "Do you know? Before I met you, the path of my life was almost visible from beginning to end—complete the Angel God Trial, inherit Grandfather's position, become Martial Soul Hall's adjudication elder, guard this sacred city, and guard the glory of Martial Soul Hall."

"And now, have you seen a different kind of scenery?" Dai Chengfeng asked with a smile.

Qian Renxue stopped and looked at him seriously. "I saw possibility. Not just my possibility, but Martial Soul Hall's possibility, even the entire continent's possibility. What you said that