Back at the Manor where she was staying, Leng Xiyue finally relaxed. To be honest, dealing with an old monster like Qian Daoliu was no easy task. She had to be exceedingly careful with both her wording and the attitude she displayed, and Leng Xiyue did not like that.
"Xier, you're finally back."
Qian Renxue sat on the bed with her arms around her legs, her eyes full of uncertainty and her whole being restless with anxiety.
The instant she saw Leng Xiyue, she practically sprang off the bed and swiftly threw herself into her arms.
"Do you know how agonizing today was for me? I was so worried you'd get hurt. When you were confronting my grandfather, I was ready to tear off my disguise in front of everyone at any moment." Qian Renxue slowly raised her head, her face already like pear blossoms drenched in rain.
"Hey, hey, Xue'er, aren't you underestimating me? How could I possibly fight a battle I wasn't confident of winning?" Leng Xiyue stroked Qian Renxue's beautiful golden hair, her gaze naturally full of affection.
Perhaps the greatest gain from this meeting with Qian Daoliu was not laying the groundwork for the world's future order, but meeting the family and earning his approval.
Leng Xiyue picked Qian Renxue up, placed her on the bed, and then wiped away her tears.
"Hehehe, whatever the case, my Xue'er is going to be the Pope of Spirit Hall, yet here she is lying in my bed. See? Haven't my efforts paid off handsomely?"
Qian Renxue did not cheer up. Instead, her spirits sank even further. "Does that mean we're about to be separated?"
"How could it? How could I bear to leave you living here in Spirit City all alone? Look at me. Even as the Empire's