The moment Lin Yun said this, not only Ning Tian but even Ning Zhirou was startled.
What the hell was that? He opened with talk of killing people and wiping out a sect. Ning Zhirou's heart leaped into her throat. Could it be that her decision this time had not been luring a tiger to devour wolves, but inviting a tiger into her home instead?
Uneasy, Ning Zhirou cautiously asked, "Why do you say that, sir?"
"Was I not clear enough?" Lin Yun leaned back in his chair and snapped his fingers. The Ice Empress waved her hand, creating a barrier that enveloped the entire residence. No matter who it was, no one could hear the conversation within the barrier.
"Brother Yun..." Ning Tian said urgently, her eyes reddening.
Before she could finish, however, Lin Yun raised a hand to stop her.
"Sect Master Ning, although I have only been at the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Clan for a few minutes, from what I can see, your days do not seem to be going very well, do they?" Lin Yun propped his elbow on the chair's backrest and rested his chin in his palm, looking at Ning Zhirou with a faint smile.
"Those two just now—the Sect Guardian Douluo your Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Clan boasts of—have given you no small amount of trouble, haven't they? Your top combat power harbors divided loyalties, while the younger generation is failing to produce successors. It seems the circumstances of your Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Clan are far from ideal."
Ning Zhirou remained silent. As the sect master, she understood even better than anyone the problems Lin Yun could see at a glance. Yet she did not know why he was saying these things, nor what his objective was.
More importantly, his earlier