"What do you mean?" Qian Renxue stared at Xu Ran with wide eyes, a sense of foreboding lingering in her heart. Whenever Xu Ran wore that wicked little smile, he was definitely thinking of nothing good.
"Your Qian Family is on the verge of dying out. They had a girl like you, and when we have descendants, they'll naturally belong to my Xu Family. That's also a weight on your grandfather's heart. It's why, despite being the grand elder, he's barely involved himself in Spirit Hall's affairs all these years."
"Otherwise, Bibi Dong couldn't have become the Pope of Spirit Hall so easily. On the one hand, Qian Daoliu wanted to wait for you to grow up. On the other, no grief is greater than a heart gone dead. In his heart, you're what matters most. Even Spirit Hall isn't as important as you."
Xu Ran spoke at ease, while both Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong wore expressions of sudden understanding.
Those caught in the game were lost, while those watching from the sidelines saw clearly. Clearly, neither of them had grasped this layer of it.
Bibi Dong's expression darkened. She had commanded Spirit Hall all these years, seemingly enjoying boundless glory, but in truth, its real power still rested with Qian Daoliu. He was immensely powerful, the grand elder, and a member of the Qian bloodline passed down through generations. If he wanted to drive her out of Spirit Hall, it would be effortless.
Yet all these years, Qian Daoliu had barely concerned himself with Spirit Hall's affairs, allowing her to build her strength in peace and draw people away from him.
She had wondered before why Qian Daoliu neither hated her nor tried to kill her.
Outsiders didn't know she had killed Qian Xunji, but Qian Daoliu certainly