Spirit Hall.
When Qian Renxue entered the Worship Hall, the seven Consecrated Elders were already waiting in the main hall.
Qian Daoliu sat in the stone chair in the center, still holding a teacup.
"Grandpa, I'm back."
Qian Daoliu looked up, instinctively sweeping his spiritual power over her.
With that sweep, the teacup in his hand cracked in two.
"Xiao Xue, you... you're level ninety-nine?"
The hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in gasps.
Qian Renxue nodded casually. "I got lucky on this trip. I encountered a super soul beast and gained some insights."
Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to stand, sending his chair sliding twenty feet backward. His eyes widened, and his voice trembled. "Xue'er, you really are a Limit Douluo?"
Azure Luan Douluo could hardly believe it. "Your Highness won't turn eighteen for another few days, will you? And you're already level ninety-nine. What a monster!"
Mighty Lion Douluo sighed. "Comparisons really are infuriating. All these years of mine have been wasted on a lion."
"..."
Listening to the praise coming from all sides, Qian Renxue reassured them, "You grandpas are all outstanding men, too. I only reached these heights by standing on the shoulders of the Worship Hall."
She added inwardly, Just kidding. It was the Evil God's shoulders.
Qian Daoliu stood and walked up to Qian Renxue. He looked his granddaughter up and down for a long while before finally squeezing out a few words. "Good. Wonderful. I was worried you'd be at a disadvantage against Bibi Dong, but now..."
He paused, unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips. "My granddaughter, Qian Daoliu's granddaughter, is a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo. Before even turning eighteen, you've already reached the height it took your grandpa a lifetime to attain."
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