Qian Renxue crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks puffed up in indignation. "Uncle, you're just teasing Xiao Xue. Being a little chubby isn't good, and being a little thin isn't good either. You're mean!"
Faced with Qian Renxue's adorable expression, Qian Chenzhou could not help bursting into laughter as he stroked her head.
"Xiao Xue, you're already a young lady in your teens. Why are you still acting like a little child?"
"Hmph!"
"All right, Xue'er. This isn't your time anymore." Qian Daoliu raised his hand, turned his gaze toward Qian Chenzhou, and asked, "How much of Tang San's fortune do you think he has left?"
"A lot." Qian Chenzhou frowned. "Tang San holds the fortune that originally belonged to Spirit Hall. With things as they stand, there's no way we can reclaim all of it. We still need time."
"Mm."
Qian Daoliu nodded in agreement.
Spirit Hall was an enormous power, and the fortune it bore was no small amount.
Although it had retained a portion, the fortune that had been diverted away was still a staggering quantity.
"When do you plan to put the Clear Sky Sect matter on the agenda?"
"Let's wait a little longer." Qian Chenzhou lifted his teacup and took a gentle sip. "Father, how much of your soul power have you converted now?"
"About thirty percent. Converting it completely will probably take decades, if not longer."
"Actually, that may still be due to the environment of this world."
"What do you mean?"
Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.
Having experienced the might of spiritual power, he naturally no longer thought much of soul power. He could also feel the tremendous benefits his body had gained from being nourished by spiritual power.
Soul power simply could not replace it.
He estimated that his current strength