"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi's interest was thoroughly piqued. "I'd like to hear the details."
Master lifted his teacup and took a light sip. Then, in an apparently casual tone, he slowly dropped the bomb Han Yuchen had taught him—the one heavy enough to overturn the entire game board.
"Han Yuchen's value does not lie in what he possesses."
"But in..."
"What he can allow others to possess."
"For example..." Master raised his eyes and looked directly into Ning Fengzhi's wise gaze, speaking each word distinctly.
"Allowing the legendary Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to bloom with the light of... an eighth, even a ninth level."
Boom!!!
The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand crashed to the floor and shattered into pieces!
He shot to his feet. For the first time, the composed smile that had never left his face vanished completely!
In its place was endless... shock and fervor!
Sword Douluo, who had been resting with his eyes closed nearby, suddenly opened them at that very moment!
Silence.
A deathly silence so deep that a falling needle could be heard.
The atmosphere in the top-tier VIP lounge seemed to freeze solid.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's playful expression froze on his face. His mouth hung open as he looked from the shattered teacup on the floor to his sect master's unprecedented loss of composure, his mind completely blank.
The tranquil, ancient-well-like calm in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes had also erupted into towering waves! The hand resting on his sword hilt clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda evolving to nine levels?
What did that mean?
It meant the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would completely break free of the shackles of its bloodline!
It meant Ning Fengzhi, even Ning Rongrong, might one day become... Titled