Qian Daoliu looked at Xiao Yan with a grave expression and asked solemnly, "Boy, do you have a way to deal with this thing? If you do, Spirit Hall will reward you generously."
Seeing Qian Daoliu's solemn expression, Xiao Yan first shook his head, then nodded. He spread his hands helplessly and murmured, "My soul power level hasn't reached level sixty yet, so I don't need heavenly flames to condense a ring and advance for now. Let it stay there a while longer."
"Once my soul power reaches level sixty, I'll come and collect it. How does that sound?"
"Mm, all right. Judging by the fluctuations of soul power inside you, it shouldn't take you much longer to break through to level sixty, should it?" Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Qian Daoliu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder.
"One more thing. Unless I come looking for you, you'd best avoid coming here. If certain people discover you, you could bring another fatal disaster upon yourself."
Hearing how seriously Qian Daoliu spoke, Xiao Yan's expression shifted despite himself, and he nodded slightly.
"All right, let's go. We'll leave this place first." Seeing Xiao Yan nod, Qian Daoliu's expression softened. Still shaken, he glanced once more at the Angel God Statue formed from the Fallen Heart Flame inside the great hall, then turned and flew outside.
Xiao Yan nodded again and followed. Just before leaving this secret realm space, he turned to glance once more at the enormous, milky-white Six-Winged Angel statue. With a faint sense of dread, he murmured, "Why do I keep feeling that something major will happen when I subdue this thing?"
After leaving the Angel Secret Realm and returning to the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu regained his earlier composure. He led Xiao Yan on a