As Qian Renxue shed her disguise, two full, lofty peaks rose from her chest, and her refined, handsome features transformed into a peerlessly beautiful face that could topple kingdoms.
What stood revealed before Yu Xiaogang was unmistakably a stunning beauty.
And yet.
Every hair on Yu Xiaogang's body stood on end, and his scalp tingled.
He felt a chill shoot from his tailbone to the back of his head, as though he had plunged into an ice cavern!
Though stubborn and self-important, he had always possessed a certain petty cleverness. Now that he had seen Xue Qinghe's true face...
All the unanswered questions that had accumulated over this time suddenly became clear, as though enlightenment had been poured straight into his skull!
"You-could you be the Qian Family's sole remaining blood descendant of the Angel Lineage, the daughter of Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji?!"
Yu Xiaogang's mouth went utterly dry.
He gave a miserable laugh.
"So that was it. I wondered why, when the Red-Robed Cardinal in Suotuo City found the Pope Token on me, he seized it outright instead of reporting to the Papal Hall for instructions."
"It seems the Pope Token ended up in your hands."
"That makes sense. Aside from the enshrined elders, you're the only person in Spirit Hall qualified to command experts at the level of a Red-Robed Cardinal, aren't you?"
Qian Renxue swept him with an icy glance.
"You do have a little cleverness. No wonder you could lead that old woman Bibi Dong around by the nose."
"Now, I want to hear what happened between you and Bibi Dong back then."
"You may choose to remain silent, but I don't mind making you suffer a little before you speak."
Yu Xiaogang had always been overbearing toward those close to him and weak before