Shortly after, there was a knock on the door.

Ang Lee pushed open the door, stepped aside to make way, his expression tense, and beads of sweat on his forehead were faintly visible under the light.

Immediately afterwards, two figures walked in, one after the other.

The one leading them was Qian Daoliu.

This Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall was wearing a long robe with gold trim.

His face was calm, but a lingering gloom remained deep in his eyes.

Behind him, a figure caught Ning Liu's attention, making him linger for a moment longer.

A thousand feet of snow.

She was also wearing an elegant gold palace dress, the tailored fit perfectly highlighting her almost perfect figure.

Her long, flowing golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, her skin was as white as snow, and her features were so exquisitely beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

What is most striking about her is her temperament.

It was an innate nobility, yet it carried a sacredness untouched by worldly dust.

She stood there quietly, as if she were not a living person, but a statue formed from light and holiness.

Ning Liu's heart stirred slightly. Was this the successor of the Angel God?

Indeed extraordinary.

However, that's all.

He withdrew his gaze, sat calmly in the main seat, picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew on the steam, and showed no intention of getting up.

Seeing this, Ang Lee wisely bowed and left the room, carefully closing the door behind him.

For a moment, the room fell into dead silence.

The aura of Qian Daoliu, a level 99 peerless Douluo, spread silently, causing the temperature in the entire room to drop slightly.

An ordinary titled Douluo would probably have difficulty even breathing here.

Ning Liu, however, seemed oblivious and leisurely sipped his tea.

In the end, it was Qian Daoliu who spoke first.

His voice was flat, revealing no emotional fluctuation, as if the distraught old man at the auction was not him at all.

"I don't know how you did it."

He looked at Ning Liu, and in his deep eyes there was no longer anger, only a sense of inquiry and solemnity.

"I don't want to pursue any of this anymore. I just want to hear what you really mean by our Spirit Hall?"

This question is direct and pointed.

This is forcing Ning Liu to confront his true intentions.

Qian Renxue's gaze also fell on Ning Liu, scrutinizing him.

She was equally curious about the purpose of this young man who had stirred up trouble across the entire continent and even caused her grandfather to suffer a great loss.

Ning Liu put down her teacup, the bottom of which collided with the table, making a crisp, light sound.

In the quiet room, the sound was exceptionally clear.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qian Daoliu, a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"Oh? Didn't His Holiness the Pope tell you?"

"Bibi Dong?"

Qian Daoliu frowned.

Ning Liu leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers, and uttered a sentence in an ordinary tone that was enough to shake the entire Douluo Continent.

"She personally stated that the Spirit Hall will follow Liuli Tian in the future. Chrysanthemum Douluo is currently a guest in my sect; didn't she tell you that?"

The words fell.

Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered violently once again.

Qian Renxue, standing behind him, also slightly narrowed her pupils.

Bibi Dong... that woman, would she say such a thing?

Qian Daoliu's brain was working at lightning speed.

Who was Bibi Dong?

She was shrewd, ambitious, and possessed great talent and aspirations, firmly controlling the entire Spirit Hall in her own hands.

Moreover, she possesses the legacy of the Rakshasa God, and her vision has long surpassed that of mortals.

Would a woman like this willingly allow the Spirit Hall to be subservient to others?

How is that possible!

But Ning Liu spoke with certainty, even directly pointing out that Chrysanthemum Douluo had stayed in Liuli Heaven.

Chrysanthemum Douluo is a staunch supporter of the Papal Palace; he would never have stayed without the Pope's permission.

Could it be... true?

A storm raged in Qian Daoliu's heart.

He originally thought Ning Liu was just a junior who had encountered some extraordinary events and acted arrogantly.

But now it seems that he, no, the entire Spirit Hall, had seriously underestimated this young man.

The fact that someone like Bibi Dong could choose to back down and follow him suggests that the power he wields has likely exceeded his own imagination.

Tang Chen... perhaps he's just the tip of the iceberg?!

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu's gaze towards Ning Liu completely changed.

It was no longer the scrutiny of an elder towards a younger person, but a gaze tinged with a hint of apprehension.

He remained silent for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heavy.

Finally, he slowly exhaled, seemingly accepting this unbelievable fact.

"It seems I underestimated you."

Qian Daoliu's voice had become slightly hoarse.

But as he changed the subject, the majesty of a peerless Douluo reappeared.

"However, I still have to remind you of something. The Spirit Hall can cooperate with you and even obey your orders."

"However, if you want to shake the foundation of the Spirit Hall in the entire Spirit Master world and affect the power of faith in the Angel God..."

He paused, his gaze sharpening.

"Then you're probably not going to get away with this."

This is a warning.

He could disregard Bibi Dong's position as Pope, and he could disregard the secular power of the Spirit Hall, but he could not disregard the legacy of the Angel God.

That is the root of their angelic lineage, and Qian Renxue's only hope of becoming a god.

The power of faith is an important source of divine power and an indispensable part of divine trials.

Ning Liu's actions at the auction today undoubtedly undermined the prestige of the Spirit Hall, and if this continues, it will inevitably shake the foundation of the Angel God's faith.

This is the bottom line for the Qiandaoliu school.

Upon hearing this threatening remark, Ning Liu not only didn't get angry, but instead smiled.

He laughed loudly and heartily, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Laughter echoed in the room, causing Qian Daoliu's face to gradually darken.

"The power of faith in the Angel God?"

Ning Liu stopped laughing, leaned back in his chair, and looked past Qian Daoliu to the stunningly beautiful figure behind him.

"It must be because of her, right?"