After receiving Wu Qingkong's order, the servant immediately nodded and vanished.
Qian Renxue stood beside him, reached out her little hand to clasp his, and tilted her head up to ask.
"Qingkong, honestly, I've been very happy since returning to Spirit Hall."
"Why don't we just forget about it? I feel the Clear Sky Sect's behavior this time is far too abnormal. Something unexpected might happen if we march against them."
"Knowing you care this much is already enough for me."
Wu Qingkong turned around and brushed the stray locks on Qian Renxue's forehead back.
"Xue'er, this is something I promised the enshrined elders before. The Clear Sky Sect must be eliminated. If they hadn't interfered, you wouldn't have died once. I truly can't bring myself to forgive them."
"Besides, you don't know this, but compared to the Clear Sky Sect, the person who can truly threaten you is someone else entirely. I want to change all this fate..."
"But..."
"It's all right. Trust me. Once we resolve all of this, you and Spirit Hall will be completely safe..."
Looking at Wu Qingkong's earnest face, Qian Renxue finally nodded.
"All right, but I want to go with you too. I don't want you to face the Clear Sky Sect alone."
"All right!"
With that, Wu Qingkong took Qian Renxue's hand, and they walked back together.
Not far away, several people watched their retreating figures, whispering among themselves as they plotted something...
Over the past year, news of Wu Qingkong becoming pope had spread across the entire continent.
Naturally, the Clear Sky Sect had also received this news and had long since sent people to lurk within the city, constantly watching Wu Qingkong's movements. Those people were just about to turn and leave, but the instant they turned around, ice crystals