Ning Liu accepted the bow without hesitation, simply nodding slightly.
"Go."
Having received permission, Qian Daoliu could no longer contain himself. He took Qian Renxue's hand, transformed into a golden light, soared into the sky, and instantly disappeared into the night.
...
High in the sky, golden streaks of light pierced the night.
Qian Daoliu, carrying Qian Renxue, was speeding towards Wuhun City at top speed.
"Grandpa, why are you in such a hurry?"
Feeling the howling wind in her ears, Qian Renxue finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her.
Although she also yearned for power and longed to become a god as soon as possible.
But Grandpa's urgency at this moment was beyond reason, as if he were racing against someone.
"Silly child, you're so foolish!"
Qian Daoliu turned around and gave her a look of disappointment, the same expression he had when he was trying to persuade her to marry into the family in the room earlier.
He lowered his voice and transmitted it using his soul power:
"Have you forgotten the two that Sect Master Ning mentioned? One is the inheritor of the Sea God, and the other is the inheritor of the Nine-Colored Goddess!"
Qian Renxue's heart stirred, but she remained silent.
"They are not gods yet!"
"Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of shrewdness and calculation, "Think about it, if you were to achieve the position of angel god first and become the first true god by his side..."
"Can their status and influence be compared?"
"Everything is about first come, first served, and irreplaceable! If you are the first to become a god, he will have to acknowledge your merit and the favor you've received!"
"At the very least, we must firmly suppress that Nine-Colored Goddess who rose to power through her cousin's connections!"
"Our angelic lineage, even if we were to form a marriage alliance, would never be ranked behind a mere third-level deity!"
Hearing her grandfather's self-righteous calculations, Qian Renxue was momentarily speechless.
As she looked down at the rapidly receding mountains and rivers, a sense of absurdity welled up within her.
It seems that one's life is forever inseparable from the word "struggle".
In the past, it was about fighting and struggling for the Spirit Hall's hegemony.
Now, it's about fighting and vying for a place in a man's heart.
This time, however, the track has changed from the mortal world to the glorious path leading to the gods.
She slowly closed her eyes, suppressing all her chaotic thoughts.
Let them fight it out.
At least this time, it's for myself.
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