âLittle Ninth, thereâs no rush! Weâve already inquired on the way here, Ming is heading over to Yan City, and should arrive within these two days,â Lord Beiting Jing carefully examined Beiting Huang, his sister who still carried an air of girlishness, and felt a sense of pride, as if witnessing a daughterâs coming of age. His curiosity piqued, he asked, âWhat level of strength do you possess now, Little Ninth?â
Individuals of Heaven Rank like Nan Ling had also taken notice of Beiting Huangâs progress. When they had ascended to Heaven Rank, Beiting Huang was still at the heaven stage, but now, they couldnât sense her level of strength at all.
Although Beiting Huang was wearing a Spiritual Weapon that masked her power, from her aura, Nan Ling and the others could tell that her strength was by no means inferior to theirs.
âMy dear granddaughter, come here, tell Grandpa that you havenât surpassed him!â Beiting Lin interjected before Lord Beiting Jing, pulling Beiting Huang into his arms and looking her up and down. He had missed his granddaughter desperately over the past few months and wished he could have rushed to Yan City at once, but the construction of New Huang City still needed his presence.
âYou old man, do you think everyone is like you? After living half a lifetime, do you think you could have reached Heaven Rank without Little Ninth?â Nangong Cang mercilessly teased Beiting Lin.
After Nangong Cangâs words, his eyes shone with a hopeful light while looking at Beiting Huang. Her heart trembled deeply; she could clearly interpret the look in Nangong Cangâs eyes. Though the Nangong family had never spoken a word about Nangong Qianmoâs death, it didnât mean that losing a direct descendant hadnât affected them profoundly.
Nangong Qianxi followed behind Beiting Huang, softly calling out, âLeader!â
The atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly shifted into something eerie. Everyone sensed the change and stopped talking, turning their gazes toward Beiting Huang. What was originally a joyful reunion atmosphere suddenly took on a tinge of sadness.
Nangong Qianmo died shielding Beiting Huang from Wu Minâs strike. As a direct descendant of what was once one of the four major families, her sudden demise undoubtedly cast a heavy shadow over the hearts of the Nangong family members.
Lord Beiting Jing looked around at everyone, suppressing the discontent in his heart and addressed Beiting Huang, âLittle Ninth, we heard youâve managed to refine a Soul Return Pill. Is it possible for Qianmo to be brought back to life with it?â
If it was possible, nothing would be better, but if not, Lord Beiting Jing didnât want his sister to bear such a burden. He raised his hand to stroke Beiting Huangâs long hair, comforting her, âAlthough she saved you out of affection for you, even if she canât be brought back to life, big brother believes Qianmo was a good girl. She wouldnât blame you.â
This statement might as well have been directed at the Nangong family members. Although the Nangong family had long become a part of the Alliance Empire, the ties of blood and kinship were always inextricable.
Seeing the hint of sorrow on Beiting Huangâs face, Nangong Cang sighed with a tinge of regret, âLittle Ninth, Grandpa Nangong doesnât blame you, and never expected Qianmo to have a chance at rebirth. After all, sheâs been dead for quite some time. It was only after we heard about the Soul Return Pill that we started to wonder if there might be a possibility for her to come back to life.â
âIndeed, Leader!â Nangong Qianxi tried to muster some spirit, taking Beiting Huang by the hand, âLeader, I believe you wanted to refine the Soul Return Pill for Qianmoâs sake. Itâs not your fault that she didnât come back to life after taking the pill. It must be that Qianmo wanted to use this method to make you remember her always.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om