Since he was playing both sides, Lin Qian hurried straight to the Worship Hall after leaving the Papal Palace to see his seven "older brothers."
"Eighth, you're here."
Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke first. With no outsiders around, he had returned to normal and stopped using such sickeningly affectionate terms as "eighth brother."
He cared about his dignity. Some people didn't, such as Demon Subduing Douluo, who had peeked at Light Feather Douluo bathing.
Taking advantage of his rank as seventh, he said with perfect ease, "Eighth brother, we older brothers have had such a hard time waiting for you~"
As he spoke, he charged forward, about to give him a hug!
Lin Qian could not bear this weight of life, especially when the other party was a hundred-year-old burly man who wasn't even good-looking. He refused outright.
"Seventh Enshrined, please restrain yourself!"
"You're my little brother. Why are you dodging? Come let your seventh brother give you a hug!"
"No!"
"..."
They drifted around the round table, back and forth. Everyone else's necks were sore, yet they were still circling.
"Enough."
A deep, ethereal voice sounded from above. The moment this man spoke, the Worship Hall fell silent.
The Great Enshrined, Qian Daoliu!
They had not seen each other for several years, but he was as imposing as ever, dressed in black-and-gold robes, with two golden ornaments rising high behind him and a strong angelic presence.
After some intimate exchanges, Lin Qian had discovered that Qian Daoliu's Angel God presence was fainter than Qian Renxue's. In other words, Qian Renxue possessed greater divinity.
Speaking of which, the Angel God Trial hasn't started yet, has it?
Doesn't she have to kneel for a hundred and eight days first?
The pain transferred, and Lin Qian's knees suddenly began to ache a little.