After watching the two Titled Douluo depart, Ning Fengzhi turned to Ning Rongrong and said, "Rongrong, continue making arrangements. I'll take Zhao Xuan inside to sit for a while."
"Alright."
Ning Rongrong nodded to Ning Fengzhi and Zhao Xuan, then continued her arrangements in an orderly fashion. Concise, clear commands issued from her mouth one after another and were carried out in sequence.
"Zhao Xuan, let's head inside first."
"Alright."
Zhao Xuan understood Ning Fengzhi's concerns as well. There were too many people outside, and no one could guarantee that Spirit Hall spies had not infiltrated among them. If they carelessly revealed any plans or secrets during their conversation, it would only make the already complicated situation worse.
Ning Fengzhi led Zhao Xuan to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reception hall, and a servant soon brought over tea.
After taking a light sip, Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and sighed softly. "Although I knew this day would come sooner or later, I never expected it to come so quickly, so suddenly."
Looking over, Zhao Xuan could clearly see the disbelief on Ning Fengzhi's face, along with the lingering anxiety and worry deep in his eyes. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, had suffered such a devastating blow that Ning Fengzhi, as the leader of another of the Upper Three Sects, naturally felt a sense of crisis.
But both Ning Fengzhi and Zhao Xuan knew that since this had already happened, Spirit Hall clearly had no intention of stopping. How to deal with Spirit Hall's next move was the most urgent matter.
Spirit Hall's decisiveness and strength had already been laid bare by this operation. It was truly terrifying.
"Uncle Ning, have you exchanged information with the imperial family?" Zhao Xuan asked.
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