The Qian Family's Six-Winged Angel was a divine-grade Martial Soul. If something could suppress even a divine-grade Martial Soul, then Qian Chongling's Martial Soul had to be of an even higher quality.
A God King-grade Martial Soul!
Those words echoed through Qian Daoliu's mind. Only after a long while did he manage to squeeze out a sentence. "I never imagined Great-Great-Grandfather's Martial Soul would be like this. This is my first time seeing it."
Qian Xunji nodded as well. After all, whenever their ancestor disciplined them, he never even summoned his Martial Soul. He simply reformed his descendants with the iron fists of love.
"As for why my Martial Soul changed, I won't go into all that with you youngsters."
"All you need to know is that your little ancestor's Martial Soul hasn't mutated. She simply inherited a portion of mine."
Qian Chongling spoke calmly, withdrawing the Chaos Angel Martial Soul that had left Qian Daoliu and the others feeling oppressed.
Once Qian Chongling withdrew the Chaos Angel, Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Qian Renxue-the three who possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul-instantly felt the oppressive weight in the air vanish.
"We understand, Ancestor." ×3
Watching the three nod like chicks pecking at grain, Qian Chongling smiled and shook his head. He turned to Qian Guangyue and said, "Sweetheart, Daddy will make you something delicious."
"Dong'er, take them outside the kitchen to wait."
Qian Chongling prepared fifteen dishes for this feast, but faced with this bunch, who left nothing behind no matter what they ate, not a single scrap remained.
Over the next few days, Qian Chongling checked on Qian Guangyue from time to time. After all, it was better to err on the side of caution. If anything happened, it would be too late for regrets.
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