Next Time We Meet, Make Him Call Me Big Sister

The High Priestess of Sea God Island, whom even her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, feared to some extent.

The Peerless Douluo who was said to have never taken a single step off Sea God Island in over a hundred years.

And this six-year-old child called her Mom?

Impossible. This child could not possibly be Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi's child.

Jiang Lan and Doro exchanged a glance. Without needing a single word, one human and one soul made the most correct decision at the same time.

Run!

Xue Qinghe remained crouched there, Bo Saixi of Sea God Island still replaying over and over in her mind.

That six-year-old child in a penguin outfit called her Mom?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

She rapidly considered several possibilities in her mind.

Maybe they just shared the same name?

There were not many people named Bo Saixi on the continent, but there were not none at all.

Maybe she was some ordinary resident of Sea God Island who just happened to be called Bo Saixi?

Or perhaps this child belonged to one of Sea God Island's affiliated families, and calling the High Priestess Mom was merely a term of respect.

Yes, that had to be it.

Having completed this logical loop in her mind, Xue Qinghe nodded in satisfaction. Then she raised her head, preparing to continue coaxing information out of the child with the signature smile of her gentle crown-prince face.

"Little friend, you—"

Her smile froze on her face.

There was nothing in front of her. Only a gray stray cat sat atop a wooden barrel at the entrance to the alley, giving her a look that seemed to say, Why are you staring into empty air? Then it flicked its tail, jumped down from the barrel, and sauntered away with elegant steps.

The chubby little dumpling in the penguin outfit was gone. The white little dumpling called Doro was gone too.

Xue Qinghe slowly rose to her feet, her gaze sweeping across the entire alley.

There was no one at either end of it. Only the faint cries of street vendors drifted over from the main road in the distance.

She instinctively lowered her head to look at the ground. A string of tiny footprints remained on the bluestone paving, shaped like the flippers of the child's onesie. They stretched from before her all the way to the other end of the alley, then vanished around a corner.

The footprints were still fresh, meaning he had not fled long ago.

Xue Qinghe stared at the trail of footprints, and the curve of her lips finally could no longer hold.

She, Qian Renxue, the young mistress of Spirit Hall, Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, possessor of an innate full soul power god-tier Martial Soul, had been called Uncle by a six-year-old child for half the day, then let him slip away right beneath her nose.

"Interesting." Xue Qinghe gently dusted the dirt from her robes, and that gentle smile returned to her lips.

She gave the footprints one final look before turning toward the Crown Prince's Residence.

There was no rush. As long as that child remained in Heaven Dou City, they would meet again sooner or later.

As for that "Uncle," Xue Qinghe silently added it to her mental ledger.

The next time they met, she would definitely make that little brat swallow those words back and obediently call her Sister.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Heaven Dou City, Jiang Lan clutched Doro and ran who knew how far in one breath.

He charged from the alley onto the main street, turned from the main street into a small lane, then cut through the lane to another main street. After making seven or eight turns in succession and confirming that no one was chasing after them, he finally stopped before an imposing circular building, bent over, and gasped for breath.

"Guga... guga... I think... I think we shook her..." Jiang Lan loosened his arm, and Doro slid out from beneath his armpit.

Doro plopped down on the ground, its entire round body squashed flat from being clamped so tightly, looking just like a white pancake.

Dazed, it shook its head. The bow ribbon atop its bun-like head had slipped crookedly to one side, and it let out a protesting doro.

"Quit complaining. If I'd run one step slower, that uncle definitely would have asked even more questions." Jiang Lan braced his hands on his knees and panted for quite a while. Only after catching his breath did he straighten up and look around.

He had been so focused on running that he had paid no attention to where he was going. Now, he had no idea where he had ended up.

Before him stood a massive circular building. The gray-white stone walls were carved with reliefs of all kinds of soul beasts, and a huge plaque hung above the entrance, bearing six gilded characters.

"Heaven... Dou... Great... Soul... Arena..." Jiang Lan read them out one by one, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Doro! It's a Soul Arena! Just like the one in Vast Sea City!" Jiang Lan pointed at the plaque, so excited that even his penguin hood seemed to bristle. "You can earn ten Gold Soul Coins for one match at the Soul Arena in Vast Sea City. Let's go in and fight a few matches, then earn back a whole year's rent!"

At the mention of Gold Soul Coins, Doro's large purple eyes lit up as well.

With astonishing speed, Doro sprang up from the ground and charged straight toward the Soul Arena entrance.

"You're running ahead again!" Jiang Lan took off after it.

The registration area was on the left side of the main hall. Several staff members in matching uniforms stood behind a row of marble counters, handling registration procedures for contestants.

Jiang Lan walked over, stood on tiptoe, and gripped the edge of the counter—which was higher than his chest—with both tiny hands. He strained to poke his head up and said to the receptionist, "Big sister, I want to register for a match!"

The receptionist had been sorting registration forms. Hearing the voice, she looked up, only to find nothing before her.

She paused, then felt someone tugging at her sleeve. Looking down, she finally spotted the tiny child clinging to the counter's edge.

A penguin onesie, chubby little cheeks, and a pair of bright black-and-white eyes gazing up at her expectantly.

"Little friend, you..." The receptionist looked around, confirming that no adult was accompanying him, then asked uncertainly, "Who did you come with? Where are your father and mother?"

"I came alone!" Jiang Lan said as he pulled out the bag of Gold Soul Coins from his pocket. Standing on tiptoe, he lifted it onto the counter, the coins inside clinking. "I have money. I can pay the registration fee! I want to enter the solo matches!"

The receptionist looked at the bag of Gold Soul Coins, then at Jiang Lan's exceedingly serious little face, and fell silent for a moment.

She had worked the front desk at the Great Soul Arena for three years and had seen plenty of strange people and strange things, but a six-year-old child coming alone to register for solo matches was truly a first.

Her first instinct was that this violated the rules. But on second thought, a child who could casually pull out a bag of Gold Soul Coins, who could afford such a custom-made onesie, and who spoke so generously and without fear of strangers was most likely a descendant of some great family who had slipped out to have fun.

What Heaven Dou City lacked least was children of great families.

It was not as though she had never seen young masters and young ladies come to the Soul Arena to play because they were bored.

Usually, such children had guards secretly protecting them nearby. If she stopped him from registering, she might instead bring trouble upon herself.

"Alright, little friend, big sister will register you." The receptionist smiled helplessly, took out a registration form from the drawer, and pushed an ink pad box toward Jiang Lan. "Just press your fingerprint on it. But big sister has to remind you, the matches are very dangerous."