"God!"
Little Jiu sneered. "They're just lifeforms stronger than us! In my eyes, they're all the same! Those who stand against me—kill!"
Both Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo were startled. At that moment, Little Jiu made their scalps tingle.
Ning Fengzhi toyed with the gemstone on his cane, a glint flashing through his eyes. He gently shook his head. "Little Jiu, Little Jiu, you have no reverence or fear. You act too extremely. You don't even respect gods, which makes it hard for me to feel at ease!"
"I'm just laying my cards on the table."
Ning Fengzhi rose and took two steps, as though recalling and mourning something. Finally, he said:
"Behind Tang San stands Tang Chen. Tang Chen once brought the Clear Sky Sect to the same heights as Spirit Hall! He is even more overbearing and protective of his own. For now, I cannot see that you possess power capable of matching Tang Chen!"
"I can't place the fate of my sect in the hands of a madman like you. There are too many uncertainties."
As Ning Fengzhi spoke, he suddenly paused, then said very seriously, "Unless you can become the guardian of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Like Uncle Bone and Uncle Sword. Then, whoever dares touch you, I will mobilize the entire sect and fight them to the death!"
Little Jiu slapped the armrest. "No problem! I can become your sect's guardian right now!"
It was no big deal. Wasn't a guardian basically an advisor? If he felt like looking after things, he would ask; if not, he would leave them alone.
Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched. Did he think anyone could just become a guardian because they wanted to?
"You have no loyalty whatsoever toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as its guardian!