"From the moment Wang Zhong entered the academy, I have been keeping an eye on this child."
Bibi Dong's calm words startled Yue Guan and Gui Mei.
"Wang Zhong, innate full spirit power; Hu Liena, innate spirit power level nine; Xie Yue, innate spirit power level nine; Yan, innate spirit power level eight."
"Such outstanding children, truly exceptionally gifted, they are among the best talents on the entire continent."
"Yet, these four children all hail from the same orphanage and joined the Spirit Hall simultaneously. How could I possibly ignore such earth-shattering news?"
Bibi Dong rested her chin on her fair hand, her eyes slightly lowered as she spoke softly.
"The backgrounds and families of Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, I have investigated them all thoroughly."
"But only for Wang Zhong, I can find no trace of him before he entered the orphanage."
"This discovery once led me to believe that Wang Zhong was a pawn placed into the Spirit Hall Academy by certain interested parties."
"However, this thought quickly vanished from my mind."
Yue Guan bowed and inquired, "Your Excellency, according to what you said, if Wang Zhong's past life and experiences are completely untraceable, then he should be even more suspicious. Why did you suddenly confirm he had no connection to evil spirit masters?"
"Because someone came to find me not long after Wang Zhong entered the academy, and it was because of his appearance that I completely severed any connection between Wang Zhong and evil spirit masters."
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, her expression turning extremely cold.
"Who?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked in surprise.
"Qian Daoliu!"
Bibi Dong spoke the name with her ruby lips.
"Elder Qian!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei exclaimed simultaneously. This name held immense prestige within the Spirit Hall, his power rivaling that of Bibi Dong, the Pope.
Within the Spirit Hall, two great halls were considered its core: one was the Papal Palace, led by Bibi Dong, and the other was the Elder Hall, governed by Qian Daoliu.
These two halls mutually constrained and complemented each other.
The Papal Palace handled external affairs, while the Elder Hall managed internal affairs, supervised Spirit Hall personnel, and possessed the power to decide the direction of all major matters within the Spirit Hall, even having the authority to dismiss the Pope.
Moreover, most terrifyingly, the master of the Elder Hall, Qian Daoliu, was a Titled Douluo of level ninety-nine!
His spirit was the Six-Winged Seraph, nicknamed the Invincible of the Skies!
In terms of strength, even Bibi Dong, with the title of the strongest Pope, was far from his equal at this stage.
"He wishes for me to hand this child, Wang Zhong, over to him for nurturing!"
Bibi Dong's words, spoken with a lightly clenched fist, stunned the two Titled Douluo, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, their minds reeling.
"Your Excellency, could it be that Elder Qian wishes to take Wang Zhong as his disciple?"
Yue Guan's voice trembled with astonishment. To be valued by a peerless Douluo and accepted as a disciple, what immense honor that would be.
"No, I am not clear on that. But I know one thing: for someone to be valued by him to such an extent, to the point of lowering himself to discuss with me, he absolutely cannot have any connection to the term 'evil spirit master'."
Bibi Dong's face was grim, her tone resolute.
For Qian Daoliu, the guardian of the angels, to nurture an evil spirit master would be the most wicked and poisonous joke in the history of the Douluo Continent.
"Grandfather, who is this person?"
In the Elder Hall, a young girl, clad in a pristine white princess dress, her golden hair cascading like a waterfall, her skin as fair as snow, her large, limpid eyes filled with curiosity.
Her clear and ethereal voice echoed through the grand hall, adding a touch of childish innocence to the noble and solemn atmosphere.
"He, he is someone very important to you."
A handsome man, appearing to be in his mid-thirties, with a gentle smile, put down the photograph he was holding and embraced the little girl, speaking softly.
This was Qian Daoliu, the current controller of the Elder Hall, a level ninety-nine peerless Douluo.
"But I don't recognize him!"
The young girl frowned delicately, trying to recall any related memories, but found none.
"Xiao Xue, your acquaintance with him is not in the past, but in the future."
Hearing her grandfather's words, the girl's small face immediately turned crestfallen. She glared with her beautiful eyes and said indignantly, "Grandfather, you're not trying to arrange a child marriage for me, are you! I don't want to! I don't want to!"
"Ha, ha, ha."
The girl's childish words made Qian Daoliu burst into laughter.
"Xiao Xue, grandfather has no such intention. If you wish for it, then it is possible."
"Hmph, if not, then why does grandfather say he will be the most important person to me in the future?" The girl put her hands on her hips and said with a huff.
"This importance does not necessarily mean a spouse. He might become your most important companion in the future, or perhaps a close friend on whom you will depend for life and death, or he might become a unique existence in your life."
Qian Daoliu smiled, his gaze deep and serene, as if he saw a distant future.
The girl wriggled her petite body, jumped down from Qian Daoliu's embrace, picked up the photograph, and scrutinized it carefully from all angles before humming, "What's there to see? This kind of fellow, he doesn't look good, nor does he seem strong. Apart from his pair of emerald green eyes, there's nothing special about him."
"Just a very ordinary person, how could he become the most important person to me in the future."
Qian Daoliu chuckled and shook his head, lifting the girl high into the air, his voice gentle.
"Xiao Xue, you are the darling of angels, the future Angel God."
"You should fly high, soaring freely through the sky and sunlight."
"Your gaze should not be limited to a single point, a single place, like ordinary people. Only when you fly high enough and look down upon the world can you see the uniqueness of some individuals."
The girl's delicate lips pursed slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with deep confusion.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never seen her grandfather so highly praise someone, even saying that she was not strong enough to perceive this person's special qualities.
Qian Renxue, nine years old, a level thirty-six Assault-type Battle Soul Grandmaster, was something she had always prided herself on.
"Grandfather, who is he? Where can I find him?"
She wanted to see this person, to understand what made her grandfather value him so highly.
"Oh, Xiao Xue, you want to meet him now?"
"Yes, is that not allowed?"
"It is allowed. As long as you wish it, there is nothing that is not allowed. He is currently at the Spirit Hall Academy, in the first-year Class A. His name is Wang Zhong, a six-year-old child."
Below the arena, Wang Zhong's body trembled involuntarily, as if he were being stared at by something extremely terrifying.
But after scanning the plaza carefully, he found nothing.
"A misconception?"