Under Qian Daoliu and Ning Bei's delighted gazes, the Golden Gate slowly opened, and a figure suddenly emerged from the door in the void.
Qian Renxue stood in midair. As her six wings spread, they swept up gilded, shattering waves across the sky. Her golden, sword-like brows were raised and suffused with divine radiance, and fine rays of sunlight drifted through her molten-gold hair. Bathed in golden light, her entire person looked extraordinarily holy.
At the sight of the two most important men in her life, joy instantly climbed into Little Angel's eyes. She withdrew her Martial Soul, returned to her usual appearance, then dove straight down into Ning Bei's arms.
"A Bei, I did it. I'm finally standing at the same starting line as you."
Gently stroking the delicate body in his arms, Ning Bei ignored Qian Daoliu's murderous gaze beside him and softly praised Little Angel.
"My Snow'er is the best. I knew you'd definitely succeed, unlike a certain rotten old man who kept asking me all day what we'd do if Little Snow failed."
"Pfft!"
Her own man getting under her own grandfather's skin nearly made Little Angel burst out laughing. Still, it also reminded her that there was still a third wheel standing right there.
As if caressing him, Little Angel gave Ning Bei a light smack and pretended to shoot him a reproachful look.
"How can you talk about grandfather like that? He was worried about me too."
Qian Daoliu only felt a twisting pain in his chest. He really had been comforted.
"Little Snow, let grandfather see your Martial Soul and God Ring!"
"Hmph, I'm not showing you!"
Little Angel, who had just been putting on an act of speaking up for Qian Daoliu, refused her grandfather's request outright, leaving the old man instantly