"Enough!"
Qian Daoliu cut off the rest of Lin Yan's words with a sharp, low bark.
At the same time, he shot Lion a fierce glare before addressing Lin Yan.
"I can see that you are a very righteous, kindhearted young man."
"Let me ask you this: are you truly willing to join our Spirit Hall?"
Qian Daoliu no longer dwelled on the matter, forcing a reasonably friendly smile.
Seeing this, Lin Yan nodded decisively.
"I am!"
"I can step forward when Spirit Hall needs me, but I also hope Spirit Hall won't interfere with my original goal of traveling the continent and saving people wherever I go."
"Good!" Qian Daoliu suddenly slapped the armrest of his throne, as though he had finally made up his mind, then turned to Qian Renxue.
"Xue'er, take him out for now."
"As we agreed before, you can explain everything else to him. I won't go into further detail."
At those words, both Lin Yan and Qian Renxue froze.
Neither had expected this seemingly grave crisis to be resolved in a single meeting, with just a few words.
That was divine power the Qian Family's ancestors had painstakingly accumulated within the Angel Sword, bit by bit, by absorbing the power of faith over countless generations. Lin Yan had used it all up in one go, and they were simply brushing it aside?
Qian Renxue found it especially unbelievable.
Seeing both of them standing there in a daze, Qian Daoliu reminded them.
"Go on. Your other grandfathers and I still have things to discuss!"
Only then did the two come to their senses. They gave Qian Daoliu a doubtful look before slowly following the red carpet out of the Worship Hall.
Their figures receded farther and farther, until they disappeared around a corner... Only then