Rongrong Returns Home

"For other people, maybe. But I'm an exception. They said I caused the death of a Titled Douluo elder from Spirit Hall. They all rejected me, neglected me, stole my food, and spat in my bowl. How could you, a Pope perched so high above, possibly understand?"

Qin Rongrong glared at Qin Xuan. Whether she was acting or simply reluctant to leave him so soon, her eyes unexpectedly reddened.

"How dare you? You little girl, how dare you show such disrespect to His Holiness the Pope? Do you not value your life?" Ling Yuan, Qin Xuan's other wife and personal guardian Douluo standing beside him, rebuked her.

"I haven't wanted to live for a long time. If you're willing to kill me, Rongrong would be deeply grateful." At Ling Yuan's words, Qin Rongrong's tears could no longer be contained. They spilled from her eyes, instantly covering her face.

"Fine. I'll grant your wish." As Ling Yuan spoke, she prepared to make her move.

Sword Douluo hurriedly stepped in front of Ning Rongrong and cupped his hands toward Qin Xuan. "Please forgive her, Your Holiness. She is still a child and does not know better."

"It is of no concern. I also came from an orphanage, so I can somewhat empathize with this little girl." Qin Xuan waved his hand, putting on a magnanimous appearance. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Qin Rongrong. "Rongrong, let me ask you this: are you willing to follow Sword Douluo back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and return to your father's side?"

"No. I do not have such a heartless father." Qin Rongrong refused without hesitation.

"So you are willing to remain in Spirit Hall, then? If you wish, I can make an exception and take you as my adopted daughter,