Qian Renxue did not hesitate. "You're the people who matter most to me. I won't choose. If that day really comes, if I truly have to choose, I'll die with you both."
"Ah, Xiao Xue, don't be silly. Tell Grandpa, what if you had to choose one?" Qian Daoliu asked, his eyes filled with affection.
"I'm not being silly. I won't choose," Qian Renxue answered again.
Qian Daoliu could only sigh helplessly.
This would not do. If she refused to change, she would never become the true Angel God. She would never be able to shoulder that burden.
He was not worried about the first eight trials of the Angel God Trial. What worried him was the Angel's Ninth Trial. If she refused to make a choice, everything would amount to empty talk.
The Qian Clan had finally produced a peerless genius, giving them hope of restoring their former glory. He would not allow failure.
For the sake of their legacy and glory, if he did not descend into hell, who would?
"Grandpa, are you hiding something from me?" Qian Renxue asked. There was always a hollow feeling in her heart, as though she were about to lose something important.
"All right, enough of that. Spend the next few days preparing, then begin the Divine Trial." Qian Daoliu waved his hand and said no more.
"All right. I'll listen to you, Grandpa."
Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City.
The fifth floor of the Moonlight Pavilion.
Tang Yuehua brought out a guqin. Its body was exquisitely carved, every detail looking as natural as though it had grown that way. Even a layman could tell it was worth a fortune.
Dongfang Yu asked, "Are you going to teach me to play the guqin, Instructor?"
"Music can relax you and open a