After passing through checkpoint after checkpoint, Chen Xuanqing finally reached the deepest part of Spirit Hall-the towering, solemn Worship Hall.
As Spirit Hall's Son of God, Chen Xuanqing held an exalted status. Naturally, no one dared stop him, and he stepped lightly into the Worship Hall.
Inside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu was resting with his eyes closed, seemingly cut off from the world around him.
But when he sensed Chen Xuanqing's arrival, his deep eyes slowly opened, revealing a hint of teasing affection.
"Little fellow, you're finally back." Qian Daoliu's voice carried a teasing note. "Did you come back to see that strict master of yours, or were you missing your little wife?"
Chen Xuanqing had long grown accustomed to Qian Daoliu's teasing, utterly unbecoming of an elder.
He smiled faintly without answering directly, walked straight up to Qian Daoliu, and found a step to sit on.
Sitting on the step, Chen Xuanqing looked up at Qian Daoliu.
Although the old man before him had a head full of white hair and a face covered in wrinkles, his eyes still gleamed with a sharp light.
Who could have imagined that this seemingly ordinary little old man was actually a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo whose might shook the world?
"Both," Chen Xuanqing said calmly. "It's been a long time, so naturally, I've missed my master and everyone else. And I thought I'd drop by to see you while I was here."
The respect and warmth in Chen Xuanqing's words brought a smile to Qian Daoliu's face. He nodded gently, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
Then Chen Xuanqing chuckled softly, a playful note entering his voice. "Old man, have you heard of a young man named Tang San from Shrek Academy who's competing in the Soul Master Tournament finals?"
Qian Daoliu