The golden light of the Angel Temple grew ever more brilliant. Qian Daoliu's presence during his seclusion was contained like a deep abyss, lending the sacred pressure over all of Spirit City an added weight.
Yet beneath this calm, the Pope's duties remained demanding.
Every morning since Qian Daoliu entered seclusion, Qian Xunji had made his way through the morning light to the Bamboo Grove behind the Worship Hall. Today was the eighth day.
Xiao Wu's Mother sat cross-legged on the stone bench before the new Bamboo House, her complexion much rosier than before. Pale golden soul power gathered at Qian Xunji's fingertips as he slowly channeled it into her shoulder-the spot once corroded by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's evil energy. Nourished by both the Holy Light White Lotus Pill and Qian Xunji's soul power, the ghostly blue traces had now faded until they were almost invisible.
"In three more days, this evil energy can be completely eradicated."
Qian Xunji withdrew his hand. The cuff of his papal robe slipped down, revealing the exquisite golden ornamentation at his wrist.
"Rest and recover without worry. I will return at this time tomorrow."
Xiao Wu's Mother bowed gratefully.
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
Xiao Wu poked her head out from her mother's arms, her ruby-like eyes studying Qian Xunji curiously. Her fluffy tail brushed lightly over her mother's lapel. "Big Brother Pope, your soul power feels so warm, just like Teacher's."
A rare, faint smile curved Qian Xunji's lips. He reached out to pat Xiao Wu's head, but she nimbly dodged his hand.
Xiao Wu's Mother gently patted her daughter's back, her eyes full of apology.
"Xiao Wu was rude."
"It's fine." Qian Xunji smiled and turned to leave the Bamboo Grove.
With matters here settled, Qian Xunji headed for the