Qian Daoliu arrived silently, and left without a trace.
Even though Bibi Dong, seated on the bed, sensed something, she had no intention of paying attention.
Besides Qian Daoliu, no one else in the Spirit Hall could have tracked her here.
Moreover, she fully understood Qian Daoliu's petty thoughts.
"The Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear, five hundred years old, boosts attack power by 50%."
For Song Zhe, the time‑traveler, any sword technique is futile.
Simplicity is the greatest principle; the simplest move is often the most powerful.
Because others can find flaws within your sword technique.
If you only thrust straight, there are no gaps, and opponents can only choose to endure or evade.
"Did Gu Yuena arrange this for you?"
Bibi Dong tightened her grip on Song Zhe's arm.
She was extremely wary of that woman.
In strength, beauty, and personality, she could rival her.
"Sister Donger, you also know Gu Yuena?"
Song Zhe stared at Bibi Dong unexpectedly.
Logically, during the events of Douluo I, Gu Yuena and Di Tian had not yet appeared.
Across the Douluo Continent, hardly anyone knew of Gu Yuena's existence.
"A rival lover, how could I not know?"
Bibi Dong chuckled self‑deprecatingly.
Sometimes, being blunt is more effective than concealment.
For example, the clueless Song Zhe now should just hear the truth.
When his memories return, everything will become clear.
If she tried to deceive Song Zhe, she would only bring disaster upon herself.
Bibi Dong could definitely gauge this point.
"Rival lover?"
Song Zhe was slightly taken aback.
Both the Empress of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, and the Co-ruler of Soul Beasts, Silver Dragon King, are unparalleled beauties.
What kind of man could make them rivals?
Could it be the Banished Immortal?
The one who seemed to be him before his rebirth, the owner of Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
"You once said I'm your child bride; you can't back out now."
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes stared straight at Song Zhe.
If it weren't for that Little fellow, only seven years old, she would have struck already.
Whether it's a rival or not, it all comes down to who moves faster.
"I won't back out, I won't back out."
Song Zhe forced a sheepish smile.
Just hearing Bibi Dong say that, he felt her past differed from his memories.
Perhaps the Banished Immortal saved Bibi Dong, and she now offers herself.
If so, how does the child bride story fit?
Never mind, he couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.
When he grows stronger later, everything will be revealed.
Whether it's memory recovery or other opportunities, the truth will eventually surface.
"So, do you think Sister is prettier, or Gu Yuena?"
Bibi Dong had no intention of dropping the topic.
Beautiful women always compete over looks, especially rivals!
"Both have their charms; your auras differ. Sister Donger has a scholarly beauty, while Gu Yuena has a rational beauty; she carries too many burdens in her heart."
In this regard, Song Zhe leaned toward Bibi Dong.
Their beauties differ, but personality and status already dictate how they'd treat him.
Comparatively, he now prefers Bibi Dong's temperament.
"Go to sleep early; sister will visit you often later."
Bibi Dong's face lit up.
That's probably the difference Song Zhe mentioned between the two of them.
To Bibi Dong, the Spirit Hall's power is just that—she has no ambition for domination.
She now only wants to become a god, achieve immortality, and stay with Song Zhe forever.
She doesn't want both Song Zhe and Gu Yuena to gain immortality while she ages and dies alone.
Of course, she's likely to be taken to the God Realm.
But Bibi Dong will never be weaker than anyone.
"Mm‑mm."
The two quickly lay down.
Song Zhe rested his head on Bibi Dong's shoulder, hugging her slender waist, and relaxed completely.
Having a child bride is simply comfortable.
As a twice‑single soul, how could he resist a big‑sister like Bibi Dong?
He could never act on a little girl the way Xiao Yan or Tang San would.
Now that would be truly criminal!
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu had arrived at Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
To him, the palace felt like his own backyard.
Inside the Crown Prince's Palace.
"High Priest!"
Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo stood respectfully at the door, greeting the god‑like man.
"Has Xue'er slept?"
Qian Daoliu appeared youthful, about thirty‑something.
Clad in plain robes, he showed no trace of a peerless cultivator's bearing.
"The Young Master is handling state affairs."
Snake Lance Douluo replied immediately.
However, their earlier actions had already alerted Qian Renxue that the High Priest was coming.
"Grandfather, why did you come?"
Qian Renxue felt a surge of joy and let her disguise melt away.
Only before Qian Daoliu does she reveal the personality appropriate for her age.
"Xue'er, can't Grandfather check on you when he's free?"
Qian Daoliu grabbed her hand and patted the back of Qian Renxue's hand.
He now only has Qian Renxue as his granddaughter; he still hopes she will inherit the Spirit Hall someday!
For now, he just asks Bibi Dong to help manage things.
But the words spoken by that person can only be solved at the root.
"Of course, Grandfather, but the High Priest rarely leaves the Spirit Hall."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips, sounding a bit displeased.
She is a child without parents.
Although Grandfather and senior sister love her, that love isn't perfect.
"I followed your senior sister out and made a major discovery, so I came to inform you."
Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh.
He feels helpless for Qian Renxue, who lacked fatherly and motherly love since childhood.
If not for fearing the Clear Sky Sect's Tang Chen, he would have slaughtered the entire Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Chen's disappearance might mean he found a divine inheritance.
If Tang Chen returns one day to see the Clear Sky Sect destroyed, he would definitely wipe out the entire Spirit Hall.
By then, the Spirit Hall would be unstoppable.
"Grandfather, what exactly happened that you came personally?"
Qian Renxue's eyes hardened as she stared solemnly at Qian Daoliu.
As the High Priest of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu commands countless subordinates; why must he deliver the message himself?
Unless the message is extremely important and must not be known by others.
"You two, go down."
Qian Daoliu glanced at Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo.
They immediately bowed respectfully and left, indicating that even Titled Douluo couldn't know certain matters.
"Grandfather, is something major happening?"
Qian Renxue felt a tight knot in her chest, her whole body tensing.
"The Banished Immortal, he has returned."
Sensing the two had left and no one else around.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath before speaking softly.