Two powerful auras collided in the air. Looking at the silent Snow Empress, Qian Daoliu felt a headache coming on.
Why had there been so much damn trouble lately?
First Bibi Dong had arranged some Enfeoffment Ceremony, then a healing-type Angel Martial Soul had appeared, and now he had run into a Limit Douluo just after arriving in Heaven Dou City. It was enough to make his head ache.
If he knew his own granddaughter was seducing a man, he might explode on the spot and turn into a Limit Douluo firework.
"Who is the master you serve?" Snow Empress tilted her head, as though she had pondered for ages before coming up with that question.
Her usual cold, aloof demeanor contrasted oddly with the adorably vacant look she wore now.
Aside from talking to Bing'er, she rarely spoke at all.
Well, even when she was with Bing'er, she did not actually need to speak. She only had to let her play with her feet.
Qian Daoliu: ?
He paused, unsure how to answer. Should he say the Angel God?
"I come from Spirit Hall." After some thought, Qian Daoliu decided against saying that he served the Angel God.
I am merely the Angel God's servant. What right do I have to call it service? This is faith, and faith cannot be profaned.
As soon as he spoke, the air fell silent, leaving only the wind whistling in their ears.
"Spirit Hall?" Snow Empress turned it over in her little head. Ice Empress was in human hands. Ice Empress had fought Spirit Hall. Therefore, Ice Empress was in Spirit Hall's hands.
Her reasoning instantly came full circle. The expression on her previously blank, vacant face changed on the spot, as if by magic.
"Spirit Hall?" Her voice was icy. She