As a sect with a heritage spanning centuries, Zong Gui had originally been full of confidence regarding Feng Qi's ascent of the mountain.
But Tong Shihong kept sending people with messages, one after another, claiming that Feng Qi and the other two were incomparably demonic. It made even him nervous, and he even somewhat regretted sending the law enforcement elders away.
Over the past two days, he had verified the identities of Tan Hongsheng and Gao Hongqiao.
When Tan Hongsheng began practicing, the disciples around him were indeed unconsciously influenced by him and became more diligent. Even Zong Gui himself had felt restless, unable to resist drawing his sword and swinging it a few times. Deep down, he developed the strange urge not to be surpassed by him.
Gao Hongqiao, meanwhile, demonstrated his extraordinary skill of reaching into a cauldron of oil to retrieve coins. Zong Gui watched as his hand was scalded by the boiling oil until the flesh split open, yet he remained fearless and resolutely stirred his hand through the pot, forcibly fishing out the coins. Then, in the blink of an eye, his nearly fried arm returned to normal.
Zong Gui had prepared the cauldron of oil himself, so there naturally could be no trick like adding vinegar beneath the pot.
All these strange phenomena were enough to prove that the two were unquestionably Heavenly Demons.
Gao Hongqiao was a brute. At most, he could stay behind and charge into battle for Mount Hua. But Tan Hongsheng could truly bring benefits to Mount Hua. With his influence, all Huashan Sect disciples would compete to imitate him. Given time, how many more masters would the sect produce?
A sect's prosperity depended on inheritance and succession! Zong Gui still feared Heavenly Demons, but he could not deny that