Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also rose to their feet and gave Han Yuchen a slight bow.
This was the highest respect two Titled Douluo could show to a Soul Ancestor.
"Uncle Ning, you flatter me."
Han Yuchen accepted their formal salute calmly, then shifted the subject.
"However, we alone are not enough."
"Solonsen's infiltration is everywhere. Spirit Hall has already been hollowed out by him for the most part. The Heaven Dou and Star Luo, the Two Great Empires, have likely long since had his pawns planted within them as well."
"We need... more allies."
A sharp gleam flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. "You mean..."
"The Clear Sky Sect should emerge from seclusion."
"With Tang San as the connection between us, the Clear Sky Sect will ultimately stand on our side."
Han Yuchen looked out the window, his gaze seeming to pierce through time and space before landing upon the greatest sect beneath the heavens, buried beneath snow and ice.
"And Sea God Island."
The secret discussion ended.
When the door to the quiet room opened once more, Ning Fengzhi's face had regained its usual gentle elegance. Yet deep in his eyes was a gravity and resolve unlike anything before.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo followed behind him with solemn expressions, the pride belonging to Titled Douluo completely restrained.
Having witnessed even a tiny fraction of Han Yuchen's terrifying strength, and having heard the cruel truth that could overturn the entire world, these two peak experts who had roamed the continent for years had undergone a fundamental shift in mindset.
They understood that the old era was about to end.
And the new era would be personally opened by the teenage boy before them.
"Master, Dean Flender, Senior Liu Erlong." Ning Fengzhi walked over to the Golden Iron