Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Bibi Dong looked at her. "It's over?"

Can his crime be absolved with a single, casual remark?

Your grandfather is still alive, so his sins have been forgiven?

Am I in this prison, and have my sins been absolved?

Xue'er, not everything can be overcome.

Some things, you can never get over in your entire life.

Qian Renxue lowered her head.

Bibi Dong looked at her and remained silent for a long time. "You should leave."

Don't come again.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

Qian Renxue stood up and looked at her mother's pale face, at the wrinkles and the white hair.

Her heart felt like it was being gripped by something, the pain making it hard for her to breathe.

"Mother, I will come to see you again." Qian Renxue's voice was very soft.

Bibi Dong did not answer.

Qian Renxue turned and walked out of the cell.

The iron gate slowly closed behind her.

Her tears fell silently.

Qian Renxue did not return directly to the Hall of Offerings, but went to the training ground behind the Hall of Offerings.

She stood there, raised her holy sword, and slashed at the wooden stake in front of her, one strike at a time.

Every sword strike was delivered with full force, each strike carrying her anger and sorrow.

She shattered the wooden stake into pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

She didn't stop; she changed to another stake and continued chopping.

Jin Chen stood at a distance watching her, the Trident of Poseidon slung diagonally behind his back, and did not approach.

He knew Qian Renxue needed to vent.

Ning Rongrong stood beside Jin Chen, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda spinning in her palm, her little face full of worry. "Brother Jin Chen, is Sister Xue'er alright?"

Jin Chen shook his head. "I don't know."

But she will be alright.

Ling Feng stood by the window of the sacrificial hall, looking at Qian Renxue on the martial arts field.

His gaze was calm, but his fingers tapped lightly twice on the window frame.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind Ling Feng, watching his retreating figure. "Holy Son, Her Majesty the Empress..."

Ling Feng didn't turn around. "She needs time."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent. She looked at Qian Renxue on the training ground, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.

She thought of her mother, her home in the Star Luo Empire, and Dai Mubai.

She didn't know where Dai Mubai was, or if he would ever come back.

All she knew was that she had to become stronger, strong enough to protect herself, strong enough to protect the Star Luo Empire.

Qian Renxue stopped chopping at the wooden stake after half an hour.

She stood in the center of the training ground, panting heavily, her holy sword planted in the ground, its blade trembling slightly.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but her gaze was firm.

Jin Chen walked over and handed her a handkerchief.

Qian Renxue took the handkerchief and wiped away the tears and sweat from her face. "Thank you."

Jin Chen shook his head. "You're welcome."

Qian Renxue looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'm alright."

Jin Chen nodded. "I know."

Qian Renxue walked back to the Hall of Offerings and stopped as she passed Ling Feng. "Ling Feng."

Ling Feng looked at her. "Mm."

"Thank you," Qian Renxue said softly.

Ling Feng looked at her. "You're welcome."

Qian Renxue smiled.

The smile was faint, but genuine.

Late at night, Qian Renxue sat alone on the steps of the offering hall, gazing at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight shone on her face, revealing the weariness in her eyes.

She was exhausted, but she couldn't sleep.

She thought of her mother, and how stunningly beautiful her mother was when she was young.

My mother was so beautiful back then, so beautiful that it was hard to look directly at her.

Her mother held her, told her stories, and lulled her to sleep.

Then everything changed. Her mother was locked in the courtyard, and she never saw her mother smile again.

Footsteps came from behind.

Ling Feng walked over to her and sat down. "Can't sleep?"

Qian Renxue nodded. "Mm."

Ling Feng didn't say anything, he just sat with her.

The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows.

“Ling Feng,” Qian Renxue said.

"Ah."

"Do you think my mother can ever go back to the way she was before?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment. "I don't know."

But she is still alive.

As long as there is life, there is hope.

Qian Renxue looked at him. "You believe in hope?"

Ling Feng looked at her. "I believe you."

Qian Renxue smiled.

The smile was faint, but genuine.

Ling Feng looked at her, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Under the moonlight, the two sat side by side, looking at the moon in the sky.

The night breeze blew by, lifting the hem of their clothes.

On the distant city wall, the banner of the Martial Soul Empire fluttered in the wind.

Golden angels and coiled dragons shimmered in the moonlight.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of Ling Feng's door carrying a copper basin.

She had developed a habit of always being here on time the next morning, no matter how late she cultivated the previous night.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, with just the right amount of force, exactly three knocks.

"Come in," Ling Feng's voice came from inside.

Zhu Zhuqing pushed open the door and went in.

Ling Feng had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, as if he were meditating.

His hair was a little messy, with a few strands of black hair hanging down in front of his forehead, which was quite different from his usual cold and aloof appearance, and instead added a touch of laziness.

Zhu Zhuqing placed the copper basin on the shelf, stepped aside, and waited.

Ling Feng opened his eyes and glanced at her. "What time did you finish cultivating last night?"

"The hour of Chou (1-3 AM)," Zhu Zhuqing answered truthfully.

Ling Feng stood up, walked to the copper basin, and bent down to wash his face. "Level 33 already?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded. "I broke through last night."

Ling Feng straightened up and wiped the water droplets from his face. "Not bad."

Faster than I expected.

He threw the towel into the basin, turned, and walked out of the room. "Follow me."

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, feeling somewhat puzzled.

She thought the Holy Son would praise her, or at least say "hmm".

But the Holy Son only said "Not bad" and then said nothing more.

On the training ground, Jin Chen was already practicing.

With the Trident of Poseidon in hand, nine spirit rings pulsed rhythmically, the eighth spirit ring being a red 100,000-year ring.

He was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique, and sweat streamed down his back.

He had mastered the Sea God Halberd Technique to a high degree, and every move was precise and skillful.

Seeing Ling Feng approach, he stopped cultivating and grinned. "Boss, why are you here so early today?"

Ling Feng looked at him. "Can't sleep."