"Pfft." Hu Liena could not quite hold back her laughter, her beautiful eyes watching Tang San as though he were a clown capering onstage. Trying to use Spirit Hall to pressure Qian Renxue, right to her face-she did not even know what to say.
Qian Renxue's standing in Spirit Hall was probably even higher than her teacher's, the Pope. Her teacher was Qian Renxue's birth mother. Back then, Qian Renxue had been young, and Spirit Hall had been a host of dragons without a head. It was only through her status as Qian Renxue's birth mother that her teacher had ultimately assumed the papal throne as a matter of course.
Now that Qian Renxue had returned, Spirit Hall would probably undergo another major reshuffling.
But none of that concerned her. Whatever happened in Spirit Hall, she only needed to fulfill her own duties conscientiously.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? I'm not an impostor. I have a token." The way Xu Ran and the others looked at Tang San, as though he were some buffoon, made him feel that his pride had been insulted.
His position as Saint Son was genuine. Damn it, why was Xu Ran looking at him like an idiot?
"Nana." Tang San felt somewhat uneasy. He kept feeling as though Xu Ran had some trump card.
And the woman beside Xu Ran was incomparably beautiful. He kept feeling that her status was anything but ordinary. Otherwise, she would not have dared strike him and slap his face with such impunity.
Although he had not been paying attention just now, the fact that she had managed to hit him was enough to show that she was no weakling.
Hu Liena ignored Tang San. Instead, she approached Qian Renxue and bowed respectfully. "Hu Liena greets