"Not even two hours."
"Young Master, you've already worked up quite a sweat."
Qian Renxue glanced at her sleeve.
Her white training clothes clung to her waist, and a few wood shavings had caught on her cuffs.
"Without using soul power, it really does take more out of me."
She sat on a stone stool, lifted her teacup, and took a sip.
Qian Daoliu sat down beside her.
Qian Renxue immediately leaned over, pressing her shoulder against his arm.
"Grandpa, who is the second worshipper?"
"Qian Jun."
"His martial soul is also the Coiling Dragon Staff?"
"That's right."
Liu Erlong sat down opposite them.
"Qian Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo practice similar soul skills, but their fighting styles differ."
"Jiang Mo excels at taking the initiative to suppress his opponent."
Qian Daoliu said:
"Qian Jun places more emphasis on strength and defense."
Qian Renxue set down her teacup.
"Then tomorrow, I can't use the same approach I used against Jiang Mo."
"First, get a clear look at how he attacks."
"What if he doesn't take the initiative?"
"Then force him to attack."
Qian Renxue nodded lightly.
"I understand."
She picked up a pastry from the table but did not put it in her mouth right away.
Qian Renxue broke off a small piece and held it out to Qian Daoliu.
"Grandpa, you eat first."
Qian Daoliu glanced at her, then opened his mouth and ate it.
Only then did Qian Renxue put the rest of the pastry into her mouth.
Liu Erlong lifted the teapot and refilled their cups.
Sunlight fell through the canopy.
Sitting beside her grandfather, Qian Renxue slowly finished a plate of pastries.
Early the next morning.
The Worship Hall plaza.
The golden barrier rose once more.
Qian Jun Douluo stood in the center of the