“Although we have existed for a long time, have rich experience, and possess thousands of years of records from Spirit Hall, there are still many things on this continent that we do not know.”
“These secrets are waiting for us—and for future generations—to discover.”
Qian Daoliu smiled as he continued.
“Just like this time. If the God of Order had not told us, I don’t know how many years it would have taken for people to slowly discover the true value of whale gelatin.”
“But now it’s different. At least now, we clearly understand its importance.”
They believed they already understood the continent very well.
But in truth, they only understood what they thought was everything.
On this vast continent, there were still many secrets hidden from them.
“The Great Elder is right,” Golden Crocodile said.
“But regarding the whale gelatin matter—who do you plan to put in charge?”
“This concerns the future generation of Spirit Hall,” Lion Douluo added seriously.
“If this project succeeds, our children will be able to absorb thousand-year soul rings as their first ring.”
“This is extremely important. It will greatly strengthen Spirit Hall’s foundation. I believe it should be handed to someone we trust the most.”
“Agreed,” The Golden Crocodile nodded.
“This must be handled by our most trusted person. Great Elder, do you have someone in mind?”
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu began to think.
Should he give this task to Bibi Dong?
It wasn’t impossible. Although Bibi Dong hated Spirit Hall, as the Pope, she had always worked hard. Over the years, he had seen everything she had done.
At least on the surface, she had never harmed Spirit Hall’s interests.
But what about her true thoughts?
That was something he could not be certain about.
“Great Elder,” Qing Luan suddenly spoke,
“why not give this task to Lin Yetian?”
“He is already a Level 86 Soul Douluo, and now an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall. More importantly, he is Feng’er’s biological father.”
“His grandmother is also connected to the Angel Family. We can completely trust him.”
Compared to the Pope who hated Spirit Hall, Qing Luan was more willing to trust Lin Feng’s father.
“Feng’er’s father…” Qian Daoliu murmured.
Lin Yetian was extremely talented. To reach the Soul Douluo level at his age showed his potential. With enough resources and the right opportunity, becoming a Title Douluo was almost guaranteed.
Otherwise, why would Qian Daoliu directly appoint him as an Honorary Elder despite his lack of major achievements?
Wait—actually, he did have one great contribution.
That was giving birth to Lin Feng—a once-in-a-generation genius deeply favored by the God of Order.
That alone could be counted as a tremendous achievement.
Without Lin Feng, Lin Yetian would never have entered Qian Daoliu’s sight. Now, Qian Daoliu was already treating him as a future elder.
He was simply waiting for Lin Yetian to become a Title Douluo—and that day would not be far away.
“Qing Luan is right,” Qian Daoliu said decisively.
“We’ll hand the whale gelatin project to Lin Yetian.”
“As an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall, it’s time for him to take on real responsibility.”
“Great Elder—Great Elder—I’m back!”
Just as the decision was made, a loud voice came from outside the main hall.
Everyone turned around and saw Jiang Mo slowly walking in, waving at them.
Qian Daoliu laughed.
“Judging by the time, today should be the day this guy returns.”
He wondered—had Young Xue agreed to his suggestion?
Even if she hadn’t, it was fine. He had never forced his granddaughter.
There was plenty of time in the future.
Lin Feng was smart, handsome, and impressive—just like his younger self. When the two heirs of gods finally met, he believed they would naturally be drawn to each other.
“Great Elder,” Jiang Mo asked, confused,
“Why does everyone look so excited? What happened while I was gone?”
“Cough!” Qian Jun coughed and asked directly,
“Jiang Mo, what did Young Xue say? Did she agree or refuse?”
Honestly, he didn’t understand his brother at all. Why worry about excitement now? This was the important part.
“She didn’t…” Jiang Mo said.
Qian Daoliu sighed.
As expected—Young Xue didn’t agree.
Thinking about it, it made sense. An unfamiliar younger boy eight years younger than her—how could she agree so easily?
Even if he had strong angel power.
Even if he was the heir of the powerful God of Order.
“So… she did…” Jiang Mo added.
“Did she or did she not?!” Qian Jun slapped him on the neck angrily.
“Brother, why did you hit me? I wasn’t finished!” Jiang Mo complained, rubbing his neck.
“Great Elder,” Jiang Mo said quickly,
“Young Xue didn’t agree—but she didn’t refuse either.”
“She said this matter shouldn’t be told to Lin Feng yet. It must first be approved by her.”
“When she has time, she will return and personally meet Lin Feng.”
He explained everything at once, afraid he might get hit again.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu’s expression softened.
“Just as I thought,” he murmured.
“Two heirs of gods will naturally be attracted to each other.”
“Once Young Xue comes back and meets Feng’er, I believe she will agree.”
“She has been away from Spirit Hall for several years now… I miss her too.”
“Life outside these years couldn’t have been easy for her.”
He knew his granddaughter stood very high—her background, talent, and Angel God inheritance were all extraordinary.
But Lin Feng was no worse.
His martial soul was an angel of light and darkness, and he was the heir of the God of Order.
His future achievements were simply beyond imagination.