"Yes, we still have the Angel God's Divine Position."
Fang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze moving from Qian Daoliu to Qian Renxue. He spoke quietly, yet the entire hall fell silent for a moment.
He lifted his chin toward Qian Renxue, as though stating the obvious.
"The Angel God may be dead, but her Divine Position can still be inherited.
"Xue'er's Martial Soul is an Eight-Winged Angel. Her talent and the quality of her Martial Soul surpass even those of the first Angel God.
"If she takes the Angel God's trials, I won't say success is certain, but she'll have a far easier time than most."
Qian Renxue froze. Surprise flickered in her violet eyes.
She had been so caught up in matters concerning Sea God Island lately that she had forgotten about her own Angel bloodline.
She turned to Qian Daoliu, a rare trace of uncertainty in her gaze.
"Can I?"
"Of course."
Qian Daoliu answered at once, as if he had long been waiting for her to ask.
His voice was quiet, but it carried a hope he had suppressed for far too long, like an ember buried beneath an altar that had flared to life when the wind touched it.
He looked at his granddaughter. A faint light stirred deep in his eyes—the light the Angel Family had waited generations to see, yet never had.
"But there's something we need to make clear first."
Fang Fan turned to Qian Daoliu. His voice dropped, but he made no attempt to avoid the subject.
"I've heard that the final stage of inheriting the Angel God's Divine Position requires the Grand Enshrined Douluo to sacrifice himself.
"We can skip that step."
He paused, waiting for Qian Daoliu's reaction. When the old man said nothing, he