Tang Chen Offered His Congratulations

Lin Fan lay alone on the bed.

He remarked with emotion, "Today is the Village Chief's wedding, Dong'er went to help out early this morning."

"And all I could do was stare blankly at a tangled mess of wires."

Qian Xunji and Ling Yuan's wedding took place as scheduled.

This meant that the Pope's Palace would be exceptionally lively today.

The Platinum Bishop was stationed directly at the entrance of the Spirit Hall, registering the information of visitors.

"The Heaven Dou Empire..."

"The Star Luo Empire..."

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..."

Qian Xunji greeted these forces at the entrance of the Pope's Palace.

Prince Xue Xing, with a smile on his face, congratulated the Pope, saying, "Congratulations on your wedding, Your Holiness! May you have a son soon!"

"You're too kind, Prince Xue Xing, please come inside!"

The two spoke as if it were a perfectly normal conversation, as if the secret talks of the previous night had never happened.

The conversation went completely unnoticed by Ning Fengzhi, who was standing nearby.

Ning Fengzhi forward and said, "Congratulations on your wedding, Brother Qian! I heard the bride is a Titled Douluo. Brother Qian is truly blessed."

Qian Xunji replied, "I can't compare to Brother Ning. You already have quite a few descendants, while I've only just gotten married."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "With Brother Qian's age and strength, you are in your prime, it's not too late."

Qian Xunji nodded. "Thank you for your kind words, Brother Ning, please."

Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything more and entered the Pope's Palace.

The previously empty Pope's Palace is now filled with square tables and chairs.

Yue Guan busied herself directing the guests to their seats.

Dugu Bo was already sitting in a corner; he noticed that many experts were secretly watching this place.

"The Spirit Hall is full of hidden talents!"

Sword Douluo, sitting beside Ning Fengzhi, transmitted his voice, "Fengzhi, I sensed at least ten different Titled Douluo Mental Power."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed as he replied, "Ten! Is the difference really that great?"

The fact that there are only ten Titled Douluo's Mental Power at this moment indicates that there are still quite a few Titled Douluo hiding in the shadows.

Ning Fengzhi made a conservative estimate in his mind that the Spirit Hall had at least fifteen Titled Douluo.

Fifteen Titled Douluo! All the Titled Douluo from all the officially recognized forces combined don't even equal the number of people from the Spirit Hall.

at the same time.

Behind the Pope's Palace, in front of the Hall of the Worship Hall.

"Brother Qian, you're being immoral! Your only son is getting married, and you didn't even tell me!"

"I thought Brother Tang was in seclusion, so I didn't call out. Besides, the invitation has already been sent to your Clear Sky Sect, right?"

Tang Chen, a man of imposing stature, stood in the courtyard, with Qian Daoliu in front of him.

Tang Chen retorted somewhat discontentedly, "Get lost! How can that be the same? They are them, and we are us."

With a Qian Daoliu created a table and tea between the two of them.

"Please sit down," Qian Daoliu. "It's just a junior's wedding. You've already held your grandson, haven't you?"

Tang Chen sat down in front of Qian Daoliu, picked up his teacup, and looked at him suspiciously. "Old Qian, I feel like there's something wrong with you."

"Before, you looked at me like you were looking at an opponent. Now, you look at me like... how should I put it, like you're looking at something funny."

Qian Daoliu smiled and said, "Perhaps it's because of my son's wedding."

In reality, after hearing about Lin Fan's future plans, Qian Daoliu could no longer look Tang Chen in the eye.

He never imagined that at their age, they would both be pursuing the same woman, and not only that, he lost to Tang Chen.

This made him somewhat resentful.

Moreover, the destruction of the Spirit Hall in the future is closely related to the Clear Sky Sect. The fact that he did not show hostility towards Tang Chen shows that he restrained himself very well.

Tang Chen crossed his legs. "Fine, if you don't want to talk, then forget it."

"Anyway, I came here this time not only to offer my congratulations, but also to have a friendly spar."

Qian Daoliu shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm too old to fight anymore. Besides, we both know each other's strength perfectly well, so there's no point in continuing the fight."

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen's eyebrows furrowed immediately.

"Can't fight anymore?" He slammed his teacup on the table, leaned forward, and stared at Qian Daoliu's face. "Old Qian, when did you learn to say things like that? You weren't like this before."

"You feel uncomfortable if you don't fight me every time we meet. Today is your son's wedding, and you're happy, but your demeanor is off."

Qian Daoliu picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip. "People always change."

After staring at him for a few seconds, Tang Chen said, "It seems your state of mind has become increasingly peaceful over the years. Could it be that you've achieved a breakthrough in your mental state?"

Qian Daoliu, holding his teacup, did not immediately respond to Tang Chen's question.

A breakthrough in mindset? Not really.

Qian Daoliu simply learned too many things he shouldn't have known, and could no longer view Tang Chen with the same perspective as before.

Qian Daoliu smiled slowly and said, "A breakthrough in mental state, I suppose so!"

Qian Daoliu up and said, "Alright, the wedding is about to begin, I need to go have some tea."

Tang Chen nodded, "Then let's go together. I can't come here empty-handed to offer my congratulations."

Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen walked side by side through the long corridor in the Worship Hall, heading towards the Pope's Palace.

Tang Chen walked with large, sweeping strides, his steps carrying a powerful force, the stone slabs beneath his feet making a slight creaking sound.

Qian Daoliu moved with ease, his white robe fluttering without a trace of worldly concern.

"Old Qian," Tang Chen said as he walked, "Your Spirit Hall is getting more and more impressive. I sensed seven or eight Titled Douluo auras just walking in. Your son's entourage is quite something."

Qian Daoliu said calmly, "The Spirit Hall has stood for a thousand years; it certainly has some foundation."

Tang Chen glanced at him sideways and chuckled, "Okay, you're tight-lipped, I won't ask."

Qian Xunji was talking to several guests in front of the main seat when he saw his father bring Tang Chen in. His smile remained unchanged, and he quickly went to greet them.

"Senior Tang," Qian Xunji bowed respectfully, "I didn't expect you, from the Clear Sky Sect, to come in person."

Tang Chen waved his hand and laughed gruffly, "Your father told me not to come, but I insisted. Your wedding is such a big event, whether the Clear Sky Sect comes or not is none of my business, but I, Tang Chen, have to offer my congratulations in person."

Tang Chen took out a wooden box from his sleeve and shoved it into Qian Xunji's hand. "Take this. It's nothing special, just a Soul Bone. It might not be a good match for your Qian family's Angel Martial Soul, but you can keep it as a gift when you have children."

Qian Xunji took the wooden box; it felt heavy in his hand. He probed into it with his Soul Power for a moment before withdrawing it.

It is a Soul Bone of extremely high quality, at least ten thousand years old.

Qian Xunji accepted the gift without changing his expression, then bowed again. "Thank you, Senior Tang."

Qian Daoliu saw through it. "Old Tang, this is too kind."

Tang Chen put a hand on Qian Daoliu's shoulder and said, "We've known each other for so many years, and Qian Xunji is your only son. It's just a Soul Bone, nothing to worry about."

"Moreover, this Soul Bone is not suitable for our Clear Sky Sect."

Qian Daoliu didn't say anything more, and Qian Xunji was even less likely to say anything.

Qian Xunji said, "Father, the wedding ceremony is about to begin. Please take your seat!"