Yue Guan's words confirmed all of Qian Renyue's suspicions.
Two years ago, she, too, had sensed a familiar aura from Bibi Dong.
She simply had not paid it any mind at the time.
"Yue'er..."
With Xuan Ling involved, Guang Ling could understand why Qian Renyue had lost her composure.
Qian Renyue raised a hand, signaling to Guang Ling that she was all right.
She tried her best to steady her emotions.
She had known the outcome long ago, but without complete certainty, she had kept avoiding it.
Now, through Yue Guan, everything had been confirmed. There was a very real chance she would never find her father-not even a fragment of his remains.
Warm tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Qian Renyue wiped them away, then looked at Yue Guan and asked coldly, "Based on your suspicions, where would my father be?"
It had been two years since Yue Guan regained his memories.
Qian Renyue did not believe he had spent those two years without investigating Bibi Dong.
Since he had said Xuan Ling's fate was connected to Bibi Dong, that meant he must have uncovered something.
Just as he had said, he would never have come to see her if he had found nothing.
Of course, Yue Guan also knew that without some suspicions of her own, she would not believe a single word he said.
Now that Qian Renyue had questioned him, it meant she believed him.
"Over these past two years, His Holiness the Pope's aura has grown increasingly sinister. I suspect she may have fallen."
Yue Guan answered. He did not know how to describe the strange feeling Bibi Dong gave him, so he could only call it falling.
"Fallen soul masters absorb other people's soul power to cultivate. I only discovered this after