Making a Wedding Dress for Qin Xuan

"Heaven Douluo." Yu Luomian was startled and urgently said, "Invite him in at once. Be sure not to slight him!"

Before the servant had gone far, Yu Luomian called him back. "Wait. Come back. I'll go greet him personally."

Just as Yu Luomian was about to go out and welcome him, a leisurely, calm voice echoed through the hall. "No need. I am already here."

Golden light surged, and a figure had appeared before Yu Luomian at some unknown moment. As the figure gradually became clear, the golden glow around them visibly intensified.

When the golden light faded, a familiar, slender figure entered their sight.

It was none other than Qin Xuan.

Why two people? Because not only Yu Luomian, but also Yu Yuanqing, who had met Qin Xuan once before, recognized him.

"Yuanqing, leave first. I have an honored guest to receive." The moment Yu Luomian saw who had come, he wanted to send his subordinate away, then kneel before Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan had yet to become Pope, and he had yet to become a Titled Douluo. If his elder brother learned that he had pledged loyalty to Qin Xuan—or even Spirit Hall—he would never be forgiven.

"There is no need. Come to think of it, I have met the one beside you before."

Qin Xuan spoke to Yu Luomian with a smile, then turned his gaze toward Yu Yuanqing.

With a thud, Yu Yuanqing dropped to his knees. His body trembled as he repeatedly kowtowed and begged forgiveness. "Please forgive me, Your Excellency! Please forgive me, Your Excellency! This lowly one failed to recognize greatness and offended you back then—"

"You know each other?" Yu Luomian looked at Yu Yuanqing in surprise, his gaze turning dangerous as he transmitted his voice through Soul Power.

If Yu Yuanqing