Qian Shiye knew that Tang Nian agreed when he said this.

He raised the corners of his lips. His face, which was originally as handsome as an orchid, now looked a little silly. "Nian Nian is welcome to inspect anytime and anywhere in the future."

Tang Nian responded lightly, which was considered as his agreement.

"By the way, can you still go back to the Spirit Hall in this situation?" Tang Nian frowned slightly and asked with some concern.

At this point, Qian Shiye was rarely silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Actually, the relationship between me and His Holiness the Pope is not very good."

Tang Nian was puzzled, "But isn't Bibi Dong your mother?"

Qian Shiye opened his mouth, and for some reason he suddenly thought of Qian Xunji, "Actually, when I was a child, I had the best relationship with my father, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall... but he died too early." His usually cold voice was a little hoarse at this moment.

Tang Nian was stunned. Qian Xunji's death was blamed on Tang Hao. Although he said he didn't do it, no one believed him. The blame had already been put on him.

Now Tang Nian's heart was like an overturned bottle of mixed feelings, with all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined together, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

The death of her mother and Qian Xunji were like two deep ravines for her and Qian Shiye, which could not be filled no matter how time passed.

Qian Shiye raised his lips slightly, his eyes showing a hint of doting. He gently stroked Tang Nian's hair and said softly, "What on earth are you thinking about in your little head? I can tell you clearly that my father's death has nothing to do with Haotian Douluo."

Hearing this, Tang Nian couldn't help but widen his eyes, looked at Qian Shiye with a puzzled look, and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Qian Shiye took a deep breath and explained slowly, "When my father had a conflict with Haotian Douluo, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were also present. Although my father was indeed no match for Haotian Douluo at the time, he was only slightly injured and was far from threatening his life." When he said this, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was lost in memories.

After a moment of silence, Qian Shiye continued, "After my analysis and reasoning, the real murderer is actually someone hidden inside our Wuhun Hall. That person took advantage of my father's injury and secretly killed him, and then cleverly covered up all the traces. As a result, after so many years, I still haven't been able to find out who the real murderer is."

After saying these words, Qian Shiye involuntarily clenched his fists tightly, and a slightly self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

“Niannian, tell me, am I too incompetent? Such a long time has passed, and I can’t even find the enemy who killed my father…” Qian Shiye’s voice gradually became low, revealing a strong sense of helplessness and self-blame.

Tang Nian's eyes revealed a trace of pity as she stared quietly at Qian Shiye's slightly pale face. She gently raised her hand and patted Qian Shiye's arm tenderly, saying in a gentle and soothing tone, "Shiye, this is really not your fault. You were just a young and ignorant child at the time. Besides, so many years have passed. Who knows if the person who hurt your father is still in the Spirit Hall now?"

Qian Shiye slowly shook his head. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through the layers of fog and see the truth of the past.

He bit his lips tightly and said in a deep voice, "No! Tang Nian, you don't know my father. He has always been suspicious by nature. He is always vigilant and alert to those who are not familiar with him. Especially when he was seriously injured, he would never let strangers get close to him easily. Therefore, the murderer must be a core figure in the Spirit Hall."

Having said that, Qian Shiye couldn't help but frown slightly, an expression of helplessness and resentment emerging on his face.

He sighed deeply, and continued, "However, every time I was about to uncover the thick fog that shrouded the facts, there would always be a pair of invisible giant hands that appeared out of nowhere and ruthlessly covered up the little light that had finally come out. So far, almost everyone in the Spirit Hall is convinced that this incident was done by Haotian Douluo."

At this time, Tang Nian, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up, "In fact, my father once mentioned this to me. He said that he did not kill the previous pope, but all the evidence pointed to him without exception. Faced with such a situation, he was helpless and had no choice but to take us and flee in a hurry."

Qian Shiye had a solemn expression, pursed his lips, and stared ahead with a piercing gaze. Then he said in a firm tone, "Don't worry, I swear to clear Haotian Douluo's name. As for the murderer who actually killed my father, no matter where he hides, I will never let him go easily."

Just as he spoke, the cruelty that had been hidden deep in his eyes suddenly flashed like lightning, making people shudder.

Tang Nian, who was standing aside, nodded slightly, indicating her approval of Qian Shiye's determination. She comforted him softly, "Shiye, don't be too anxious. I firmly believe that the mastermind behind this will reveal his true colors sooner or later and surface. As long as you wait patiently, you will be able to catch him."

After hearing Tang Nian's words, Qian Shiye's tense expression eased a little.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint smile, and he turned to look at Tang Nian beside him.

Ever since Qianxunji passed away, all the pressure and responsibility fell on his shoulders alone.

In the past, when he encountered difficulties and dangers, he could only grit his teeth and hold on by himself, but now the situation is very different, because Tang Nian is by his side. From now on, he is no longer alone to deal with the ups and downs of this world.

However, they didn't know that at this moment, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who were thousands of miles away, inexplicably sneezed twice in succession.

The two looked at each other, and a strange feeling surged in their hearts...

There must be someone teasing them, maybe it's their good young master.

Love brain really can't afford to hurt.

It was not until the sky gradually turned light that Qian Shiye sent Tang Nian back.

The two of them walked together all night without rest.

When Tang Nian curled his lips and stepped into the room, he found Xiao Wu sitting at the table with her head propped up. He didn't know what she was thinking about, but he could tell that she was not in a high spirits.

Tang Nian walked over slowly, gently touched Xiao Wu's head, and asked worriedly, "Xiao Wu, are you still thinking about your brother?"