Yu Xiaogang sighed and shook his head gently. "Given our relationship with Chen Xuanqing, do you think he'd tell us the truth?"
He paused, then continued, "Besides, your martial soul has a unique tracking ability. As long as we follow him in secret, we'll definitely find Erlong."
As the last glow of sunset gradually faded, one fierce match after another finally drew to a close.
Throughout the arena, the audience's chatter rose and fell, but to Chen Xuanqing, this so-called competition was nothing more than a tedious display of "weak chickens pecking at each other."
As a Titled Douluo, Chen Xuanqing could not muster even a shred of interest in the contests between these young Soul Masters.
The bell signaling the end of the competition had barely rung when Bishop Salas hurried toward Chen Xuanqing, ready to convey the next arrangements.
Before he could speak, however, a group of leaders from Spirit Hall's affiliated forces surged over like a tide, surrounding them both.
Chen Xuanqing glanced at the crowd and knew trouble was brewing. His position within Spirit Hall was rather special, and his every move drew everyone's attention.
If these people entangled him now, they would probably bring him no end of trouble.
With a mere thought, Chen Xuanqing vanished from their sight like a phantom.
By the time everyone recovered their senses, Chen Xuanqing had already slipped into Qian Renxue's room.
"Your Highness, what are you..." Bishop Salas froze. He had never expected Chen Xuanqing to do something like this.
The crowd, however, refused to let the matter rest.
They surrounded Bishop Salas, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and scrutiny.
"Bishop Salas, we came to discuss an important matter with His Highness the Holy Son. Why did he run into His Highness Xue Qinghe's room?" one of them