Later, unwilling to accept defeat, he had brought Tang Chen with him. Even together, they had still lost to her.
Her red hair, the Sea God Trident, and the calm look she had given him over her shoulder as she stood on the sea cliff were etched into his bones. The more years passed, the clearer they became.
Tang Chen had later entered Slaughter City, he had returned to the Worship Hall, and Bo Saixi had remained on her island, never setting foot on the mainland again. Few people alive still knew that history.
"Come. Let's discuss this with Fang Fan and the others."
Qian Daoliu rose, his white robe falling around him. His steps remained as steady as ever.
Qian Renxue answered and followed her grandfather toward the Papal Palace.
Everyone had already gathered inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong still sat on the throne, though she had changed into more comfortable clothes. The killing edge she had carried during the day had faded, leaving her looking a little more relaxed.
Fang Fan stood in the hall with a cup of warm tea in hand, speaking quietly to Zhu Zhuqing.
Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er were there too, seated here and there along both sides, unusually quiet.
The doors opened. Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue entered one after the other, their footsteps especially clear in the vast hall.
"The Grand Enshrined Douluo is here."
Fang Fan set down his tea and gave Qian Daoliu a slight nod in greeting.
Qian Daoliu dispensed with pleasantries. He stopped in the center of the hall, looked at Fang Fan, then at Bibi Dong on the throne, and spoke slowly.
"Tang San fled to Sea God Island. The Asura God King intends for him to undertake the Sea God's