After resting briefly on Sea God Island, Qian Renxue set off back to Spirit Hall.
Her purpose was clear: collect the ten-thousand-year Saint Soul Grass Da Ming and Er Ming had already found, then have a word with her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
As for learning that Qian Daoliu was sending invitations far and wide, publicizing the Three-Year Pact set for two months later, she merely nodded slightly and said, "Exactly as it should be."
Bibi Dong, on my eighteenth birthday, I will strip you of your title as my mother, remove you from the position of Pope, and drive you out of Spirit Hall!
Qian Daoliu sat in the seat of honor in the Worship Hall, stroking his beard, his eyes filled with gratification.
Qian Renxue did not stay long.
After taking the Saint Soul Grass and listening to her grandfather ramble on for a while about staying safe, she spread her wings again, transformed into a streak of light, and sped toward Sea God Island.
It was already late at night when she returned to Sea God Island, and she spent the night regulating her breathing by the sea.
Early the next morning, Bo Saixi took her to the altar at the Ring Sea.
The sea breeze swept toward them, laden with salty moisture, tossing Bo Saixi's long, sea-blue hair. She turned around, her complicated gaze settling on Qian Renxue.
"Your Fourth Trial is quite difficult. Fortunately, Lord Sea God has imposed no time limit."
Qian Renxue muttered inwardly, "Lord Evil God, I smell a conspiracy."
Cheng Ran's voice rang out in her sea of consciousness, carrying the lazy air of someone not quite awake. "Xiao Xue, don't say that. What's all this about hairy schemes? Maybe Bo Saixi's bare down there."
Qian Renxue froze, then asked in confusion,