Ning Fengzhi gazed at Feng Yao's figure, a trace of deep contemplation flashing through his eyes. Unconsciously, he rubbed the scepter in his hand.
Originally, he had believed that someone like Feng Yao, immensely talented yet lacking any background, was unsuitable for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. At the root of it was his fear of inviting a cuckoo into the nest. But Spirit Hall's attitude toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today had given its sect leader an unprecedented sense of crisis.
"Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu are already advanced in years, while Rong Rong is only a Soul Elder." Ning Fengzhi's gaze deepened as he thought to himself, Though Tang San's talent is exceptional, he is ultimately a Clear Sky Sect disciple. It will be difficult for him to place the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's interests first.
He looked toward Feng Yao, who was speaking with the Royal Fighters in the distance. "And Feng Yao is not only extraordinarily gifted, but also values loyalty and affection. Today, he readily gave away a fifty-thousand-year Spirit Bone. In the future..."
As that thought arose, Ning Fengzhi's gaze involuntarily fell upon Oscar, who was fussing attentively around Ning Rongrong. He sighed inwardly. Although a Food System Spirit Master with Innate Full Soul Power certainly had boundless prospects, a Support System Spirit Master was still only a Support System Spirit Master—how could he be compared to a peerless talent like Feng Yao, someone with Twin Martial Souls like Tang San, or the prodigies of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation?
At that moment, Oscar was handing Ning Rongrong a Recovery Sausage, and his overly attentive manner made Ning Fengzhi frown slightly. No matter how high this child's future accomplishments might be, before true geniuses, he would ultimately be unable to escape