Qian Daoliu stood on the terrace of the Worship Hall, hands behind his back, watching the fading trail of Holy Light across the sky. Relief and gratitude shone plainly on his aged face.
On her journey to the Star Dou Great Forest with Fang Fan, Xue'er had not only hunted a 97,000-year-old Holy Light Shadowbird, but also broken through to Level 85 and gained a pair of Holy Light Wings, an External Soul Bone.
Eight wings spread wide, Holy Light shining everywhere—her achievement had surpassed that of every ancestor in the Angel Family.
And none of it would have happened without that young man in white.
Fang Fan truly was Spirit Hall's lucky star.
Qian Daoliu had lived nearly two hundred years. What kind of person had he not met? Yet he had never met anyone like Fang Fan.
Without Fang Fan's sudden rise, Spirit Hall would have needed at least another eight to ten years to take the Heaven Dou Empire. Without his mediation, Bibi Dong would never have written to Xue'er of her own accord, much less sat down with the Angel Family for a New Year's Eve dinner. And without his guidance time and again, Xue'er's path of cultivation would never have gone so smoothly.
What struck Qian Daoliu even more was how much Bibi Dong had changed because of her disciple. The resentment in her heart seemed to have faded, and she had devoted herself more fully to governing Spirit Hall. She had abolished many outdated rules and introduced policies that benefited the people.
Spirit City had once allowed only soul masters to enter and live there. Now ordinary people could come and go freely. Rents and prices had fallen sharply, allowing many commoners to move into the city and build peaceful lives.
The once-lofty sanctuary