Xue Qinghe

Though he was somewhat disappointed, Zhao Xuan had been prepared for it. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence network was quite capable, but it could not possibly keep track of every last detail.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Xuan suddenly asked, "Uncle Ning, do you know of a Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall named Gui Mei?"

Ning Fengzhi had been drinking tea. At his words, his hand paused, and he asked gravely, "You fought him before?"

"We had a brief battle, and then I chased him off. You know, he was pretty fast at running away." Zhao Xuan curled his lip. Honestly, he had never seen such a spineless Titled Douluo. At the slightest hint that something was wrong, the man ran faster than anything.

Sword Douluo could not help asking, "Are you sure his name was Gui Mei?"

Zhao Xuan nodded. However, the matter was rather complicated, and he could not reveal too much to Ning Fengzhi. He could only vaguely describe Gui Mei's soul skills.

The expressions of Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo grew increasingly solemn. It really was Gui Mei. Sword Douluo looked at Zhao Xuan strangely. "You've improved that quickly? It's only been a few days, and you can already suppress a level ninety-five Titled Douluo?"

Zhao Xuan's heart stirred, and he realized that Sword Douluo had misunderstood. He smiled bitterly. "Not at all. His martial soul was simply restrained by mine."

Ning Fengzhi secretly sighed in relief. Thank goodness. This kid hasn't become that monstrous yet. Even so, his teeth still ached. Zhao Xuan was clearly the same age as Rongrong, so why did it feel as though they did not belong to the same generation?

"The Gui Mei you mentioned is indeed a Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, and he is also