The Worship Hall in Spirit City.
Qian Daoliu knelt beneath the enormous Angel God Statue, overcome with sorrow.
Not far from him, several figures also wore worried expressions.
They were the other six worshippers of the Worship Hall.
Their leader had returned covered in blood, his face steeped in grief, then knelt beneath the Angel God Statue.
Only through She Long and his companion had they learned what had happened.
They, too, were stunned numb.
Xiao Xue had actually learned that her mother was a traitor, an ungrateful wolf, that her father had raped her mother, and that her mother had killed her father.
Learning the truth had shattered Xiao Xue, leaving her weeping tears of blood.
She had completely merged with her dark side and acknowledged someone as her master.
Her Seraphim Martial Soul had mutated, evolving into a Light-Darkness Twelve-Winged Angel.
She had cut away her flesh to repay her mother, severed her arm to sever their bond-so decisive, so absolute.
"If our leader had killed that woman with one stroke back then, none of this would have happened..."
"Number Five..."
Lion shot Guang Ling a glare, signaling him not to speak out of turn.
When Qian Xunji died, Qian Daoliu had also been grief-stricken, but for Xiao Xue's sake, he could only endure it.
Otherwise, her mother would have killed her father, and her grandfather would have killed her mother.
Xiao Xue, still so young, would have broken down even further.
"Then go back a little further. If that brat Xunji had been more decisive, would any of this damned bullshit have happened?"
Light Feather Douluo muttered.
The other worshippers glared at him. Their leader was already in this state, and he was still making snide remarks?
Just then, the Angel God Statue abruptly lit up. A