Huo Yuhao looked at Xue Qinghe tenderly. "Really? I don't know why, but I'd like to see her. I'm not sure what this feeling is."
Xue Qinghe's face suddenly flushed and burned, like a shy young girl. "Brother Huo, do you have a crush on that Xue'er girl?"
"Brother Xue, please stop joking," Huo Yuhao shook his head to interrupt, "Someone like me shouldn't be bothering Miss Xue'er."
Xue Qinghe suddenly raised his voice and hurriedly said, "How is this a delay? Brother Huo, now that you are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, do you really think it's your problem to like a girl?"
Huo Yuhao's face darkened. "Even as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, it's still extremely dangerous around me. How can I let her suffer while she's by my side?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe was deeply moved, his eyes slightly reddening. "Brother Huo, there's no need to say more. You and Miss Xue'er are destined for each other. I will arrange for you to meet this afternoon."
Huo Yuhao smiled gently, "Then thank you very much, Brother Xue."
Around noon, in a hotel in the Heaven Dou Empire, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains and into the windows.
Xue Qinghe checked the time, stood up, and said, "Brother Huo, please wait here for a moment while I go and fetch Miss Xue'er."
Huo Yuhao nodded in agreement. "Okay, but are you sure you don't need me to come with you, Brother Xue?"
Xue Qinghe, whose back was to him, stiffened slightly, thinking to herself, "Brother Huo, of course I can't let you come along. Otherwise, if you discover that I'm Xue'er, how will I maintain my disguise?"
He turned to Huo Yuhao with a smile and said, "No need, Brother Huo," then left the hotel with a smile.
Huo Yuhao watched Xue Qinghe leave.
He held the teacup, took another sip, and a playful glint appeared in his Golden Pupils: "Well done in disguise. But then again, it's not the time to reveal my identity yet. Qian Renxue, Qian Renxue, gaining your trust is actually very difficult for me, because if I don't even love you, how can I possibly get close to you, the heir of the Angel God?"
Xue Qinghe, on the other hand, shed his disguise in a hotel room.
As the skill was dispelled, the handsome young man's face gradually faded, replaced by a face of unparalleled beauty. Long golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his snow-white skin shimmered like pearls in the sunlight.
She took a deep breath, put Xue Qinghe's clothes into her Soul Tool, and changed into an elegant white dress. The woman in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful, but her eyes were filled with trepidation and anticipation.
When the door was pushed open again, Huo Yuhao no longer saw the gentle and refined Xue Qinghe. Qian Renxue stood in the doorway, her long golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, her pale purple eyes brimming with tears.
"Brother Huo!"
She suddenly rushed over and threw herself into Huo Yuhao's arms the instant he stood up. Huo Yuhao instinctively caught her soft body, the faint scent of flowers lingering around his nose.
"Brother Huo, it's wonderful to see you again!"
Huo Yuhao was caught off guard by this. "Miss Xue'er, it's been a long time. How have you been?"
Qian Renxue buried her face in his chest, tears soaking his clothes. "I'm fine, Brother Huo, I'm fine, but I've been looking for you, you know, I miss you so much." Her voice choked, and she could no longer maintain her usual noble composure.
"Where did you go? Why? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" She released all her longing, her yearning, and her tears, all of which were poured out at this moment.
Huo Yuhao gently stroked her golden hair, feeling the trembling of the person in his arms. At this moment, the heir of the Angel God shed all pretense, revealing her most vulnerable and authentic self to him.
The two chatted for a long time and had dinner together, seemingly getting along very well.
"Brother Huo, you are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I wonder if you often come into contact with the Pope? What kind of person do you think she is? Is she good to you?"
Huo Yuhao smiled slightly, "As the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, it's natural for me to have contact with the Pope. Her His Holiness the Pope very kind to me. She is a very gentle person, but she keeps her coldness hidden beneath a calm exterior."
Qian Renxue's gaze suddenly became complicated, and she said heavily, "Really? Brother Huo, you think the Pope is very good?"
Huo Yuhao's answer was very honest, "Yes, in my eyes, she's very good."
Qian Renxue suddenly stood up and sat down next to Huo Yuhao. To Huo Yuhao's surprise, she gently rested her head on his shoulder.
"Miss Xue'er?" Huo Yuhao's body visibly stiffened.
"Miss Xue'er, what are you doing?"
"Brother Huo," she said softly, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the moment.
"So, Brother Huo, who do you think is prettier, me or the Pope?"
Huo Yuhao said slowly, "Each has its own merits."
Qian Renxue suddenly raised her head, sunlight shining on her delicate face. At that moment, she was as gentle as water. She looked directly into Huo Yuhao's eyes. "Brother Huo, do you like Xue'er?"
Huo Yuhao asked, "Miss Xue'er?"
Qian Renxue spoke directly, not giving Huo Yuhao a chance to speak. This was the first time she had expressed her feelings to Huo Yuhao: "I like Brother Huo, I've liked him since the first time we met. No matter what, I'll always like Brother Huo the most."
She suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. "So, Brother Huo, be with me. Please choose me. I love you, Brother Huo."
Huo Yuhao's hand unconsciously touched her back, feeling her rapid heartbeat. "Yes, Miss Xue'er, your feelings have moved me, and I am willing to accept your feelings."
He gazed tenderly into her eyes, "Be my girl, Xue'er."
Qian Renxue's eyes lit up instantly. "That's great! I was worried Brother Huo wouldn't agree!"
She leaned forward and, in the bright midday sun, gently kissed Huo Yuhao's lips. Both of them were completely absorbed in that moment.
Qian Renxue's eyes were slightly red, her tearful expression naturally beautiful. She tightly gripped Huo Yuhao's clothes, her voice choked with emotion. "Brother Huo, no matter what, never forget that Xue'er loves you, never forget my love for you."
Huo Yuhao gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "What does this mean, Miss Xue'er?"
Qian Renxue was talking about her grandfather Qian Daoliu's side, about the matter of gods. What if Brother Huo didn't become a god? What would she do then? She loved him, she didn't want to lose him, even separation was too painful, it would be an eternal separation, and she didn't want that to happen.
Qian Renxue forced a smile, and when she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tenderness. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "It's nothing. I just want to see Brother Huo more often, I want to see you every day, I want to love you like this forever, and I want us to live happily together."
The Spirit Hall's subordinates who had been sent out to keep an eye on Huo Yuhao also relayed the message back to the Spirit Hall.
Meanwhile, in the Pope's Hall Spirit City...
Bibi Dong Bibi Dong had completed her preparations and was in a basement, contemplating what she needed to do next.
" Hao Yi, I don't know if you're satisfied with the place I prepared for you, but this way, you can stay by my side forever."
P. S.: Brothers, the next chapter... Oh, I'm so sorry, I suddenly remembered this part of the plot. The next chapter, "Secret Chamber Douluo," begins.