Punishing the Fallen Angel

Punishing the Fallen Angel

"I'm sorry, Lord Heavenly Dao."

Qian Renxue opened her eyes and looked at Lu Chen with an apologetic expression.

In the end, the age of her final soul ring still failed to break through the eighty-thousand-year mark, stopping at seventy-nine thousand years.

This left Qian Renxue quite saddened. Was she really that weak?

She couldn't even break through that last ten-thousand-year barrier.

"Don't blame yourself; you've already done very well." Seeing the guilt-ridden Qian Renxue, Lu Chen couldn't help but comfort her.

At the same time, he thought silently to himself that failing to reach eighty-thousand-year wasn't her fault; it was because Spirit Hall only had about seventy-thousand years' worth of faith power left.

This wave had almost been completely drained by Qian Renxue's seventh soul ring.

Being able to reach seventy-nine thousand years was already very good, and even somewhat exceeded Lu Chen's expectations. (This time, it truly exceeded his expectations.)

The little angel's perseverance could not be underestimated!

"Alright, now that you've absorbed the seventh soul ring, it's time for you to go back. Go back and check on your home, and take the opportunity to find out what has happened on the continent during the year you've been gone."

"Lord Heavenly Dao, can I stay here a little longer?" Qian Renxue asked pitifully.

Spirit Hall wasn't in a hurry. She hadn't been back for a year, so what difference did one more moment, one less moment, one more day, or one less day make?

As for what happened on the continent? What could possibly happen in a mere year's time?

Lu Chen had important business to attend to next, and just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse, he saw Qian Renxue's aggrieved gaze.

He sighed in his heart. "Alright.