Douluo: I became Tang San's sister and my dual martial spirits became gods

However, when emotions are so strong, how can we take these into consideration?

In this way, the two of them stayed quietly in the inn, waiting for the night to fall.

As time passed, the hawking sounds that were originally heard one after another in the street gradually became sparse. The sun set, the afterglow faded away, and a bright moon quietly climbed up the treetops.

Finally, the time came. Qian Shiye took Tang Nian's hand and their figures flashed. They were as fast as lightning and passed over the roofs of countless houses in the blink of an eye, leaving only a slight sound of wind echoing in the air.

At the same time, Ju Douluo, who was in the house, suddenly trembled. As a Titled Douluo, he was naturally extremely sensitive to the surrounding atmosphere.

At that moment, he clearly felt a powerful man flying quickly over his head.

Almost in an instant, an instinct drove Ju Douluo to rush forward and track the figure.

However, just as he was about to take action, the words Qian Shiye had said before suddenly echoed in his mind, causing Ju Douluo to stop abruptly and slowly sit down.

He raised his head, stared at the bright full moon in the sky, and muttered to himself, "It seems that the Spirit Hall will usher in a drastic change tomorrow!"

At the same time, Qian Shiye brought Tang Nian to an extremely luxurious mansion and stopped.

They looked down from a high vantage point and found that the luxury of this mansion was comparable to the residence of Ju Douluo that they saw today.

Tang Nian couldn't help but feel curious as she looked at it. She really wanted to know what kind of person would live here.

To be able to own such a luxurious mansion, this person must be a powerful Titled Douluo-level expert, right?

Arriving here, Qian Shiye was familiar with the place. With a few quick moves, he arrived at the door of the middle room.

Qian Shiye's strength is unfathomable, and the people in the room cannot detect his aura at all.

However, in sharp contrast, although Tang Nian was already a Soul Douluo-level warrior, when her feet just touched the ground, a loud shout came from inside the house, "Who is it?"

At this moment, Qian Shiye's cold voice suddenly sounded, "Don't you remember who I am?"

This sentence exploded in the house like thunder, startling the person who asked the question.

Then, there was a creaky sound, and the door was slowly pushed open. Qian Shiye walked in slowly, and every step seemed to be a fatal sound.

Inside the house, a woman with neat short hair stood there quietly. From the aura emanating from her body, one could sense that she was a Titled Douluo-level expert.

When she saw clearly that the person coming was Qian Shiye, her eyes flashed, a trace of awe appeared on her face, and she hurriedly bowed and said, "Young Master, you are finally back! His Holiness the Pope was still talking about you a few days ago."

Facing Lingyuan Douluo's respectful words, Qian Shiye's expression was still as cold as ice. His tone was so cold that people couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts, "Really? Lingyuan Douluo."

Before he finished speaking, an incomparably powerful pressure burst out from Qian Shiye.

In an instant, the air in the entire room seemed to solidify.

Lingyuan Douluo felt as if he was being pressed down by an extremely heavy mountain, and breathing became extremely difficult.

Countless tiny beads of sweat instantly oozed out of her forehead and slid down her cheeks. Her originally fair face turned bloodless and pale as paper due to excessive tension and fear.

But even so, she still endured the huge pressure and said tremblingly, "Young Master, I absolutely dare not lie to you! His Holiness the Pope did mention you a few days ago, and said that he didn't know when you would return."

Qian Shiye snorted coldly, and slowly said with a gloomy face, "So many years have passed, don't you still know why I came to you today?"

When Ling Yuan Douluo heard this, his eyes rolled around, his body trembled involuntarily, and his voice became even more trembling than before. With a hint of panic, he said, "I really don't understand why you came to see me today, young master!"

Qian Shiye had a blank expression on his face, and asked calmly again, "How did the previous Pope, my father, die?"

Ling Yuan Douluo answered without any hesitation, "The previous pope suffered a severe blow from Hao Tian Douluo. He was seriously injured and almost died. After finally returning to the Pope's Palace, he didn't survive for long..."

When she said this, a hint of sadness instantly emerged on Lingyuan Douluo's face. However, if you look closely, you can find that the sadness in her eyes did not reach the depths of her eyes, but only stayed on the surface.

Qian Shiye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile, and said, "It is true that I was still a young and ignorant child back then, but it is different now. Since I can come to ask you about this matter today, it is enough to prove that I am not completely ignorant."

Ling Yuan Douluo was obviously a little hesitant after hearing this, but she finally said, "The death of the former pope was indeed caused by the Haotian Douluo of the Haotian Sect."

Hearing the name of his father Tang Hao, Tang Nian couldn't help but clench his fists. That's it, that's how the Spirit Hall threw dirty water on Tang Hao.

This caused the Haotian Sect to retreat from the world, and Tang Hao was unable to go back to see his grandfather for the last time, kowtow to him and burn incense to him.

Qian Shiye stepped forward and slowly placed his hand on Lingyuan Douluo's head. He said in a cold tone, "I know you know everything. I advise you to tell me the truth."

Qian Shiye's hand did not really touch Ling Yuan Douluo's head, but just rested on it lightly. Even so, Ling Yuan Douluo still felt that he was very close to death.

She clearly understood that Qian Shiye might have already broken through to level ninety-three a long time ago, but she didn't expect that he had been hiding it from His Holiness the Pope.

Ling Yuan Douluo suppressed his discomfort and said, "Young Master, what I said is true. Think about it, the former Pope was already a ninety-fifth-level master at that time. Who else could have seriously injured him except Tang Hao?"

"Haotian Douluo did injure my father, but that injury was not fatal at all. Someone from the Spirit Hall took advantage of my father's injury and killed him. Who was that person?"

Lingyuan Douluo felt a chill on his back. He didn't expect that Qian Shiye actually knew everything.

"Young Master, everyone in the Spirit Hall follows the orders of His Holiness the Pope. How could anyone dare to attack His Holiness the Pope? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"