But her grandfather was far away, beyond the horizon.
She suddenly missed him a little.
I wonder if Uncle Snake Lance managed to retrieve the texts about the Angel Martial Soul?
Lately, she had sensed with increasing clarity that something was wrong with her Martial Soul.
No, not wrong.
It was becoming more and more active.
Especially whenever she saw Tang Tian.
That activity even bordered on restlessness.
It was as though her Martial Soul had thoughts of its own and wanted to approach that boy.
Strange.
She suppressed the thoughts in her heart.
The same gentle smile remained on her face.
The door to the quiet room opened.
Qian Renxue led the way, with Tang Tian and the other two following close behind and the attendant bringing up the rear respectfully.
They had just reached the auction hall when a voice came from the side:
"Oh, big brother, enjoying yourself? Bringing a few little lackeys to play at the auction?"
Xue Beng staggered over, reeking of alcohol, a textbook wastrel's grin plastered across his face.
His gaze landed on Tang Tian, sizing him up from head to toe, and an almost imperceptible gleam flashed in his eyes.
But drunkenness quickly concealed that gleam.
"Tsk, tsk, so this is the genius you've just recruited, big brother? He doesn't look like much."
Xue Beng spoke with a cheeky grin, reaching out to pat Tang Tian on the shoulder.
Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly.
Before she could speak, a black figure appeared soundlessly in front of Xue Beng.
It was a black-clad guard with a stern face and a deep, imposing aura.
He raised his hand and gently blocked Xue Beng's.
"Your Fourth Highness, please conduct yourself with dignity."
With his hand blocked, the smile on Xue Beng's face stiffened for