The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—no, it should be called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now.
The sect Ning Tian belonged to, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had become the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect after Ning Rongrong became a god ten thousand years ago.
Unfortunately, in the ten thousand years since then, no one besides Ning Rongrong had ever awakened a Nine Treasure Martial Soul. It had always been a Seven Treasure one.
Ridiculous, wasn't it? The founder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had treated her own sect like that.
Then again, she hadn't shed a single tear when the Sword Douluo's sword shattered and the Bone Douluo's bones broke ten thousand years ago. What good people could there be among those who ran with Tang San?
To be precise, there weren't any good people.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was in no way comparable to Shrek. Even after Shrek had suffered one devastating blow after another, the sect still lagged far behind.
And Shrek still had a trump card—a presence even Lin Xiao had to fear.
As for the Xuan Ming Sect, where Xu Sanshi came from, it was even less comparable. It was weaker than the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and joining forces with Shrek was practically a dream come true for them.
Shrek might have taken hit after hit, but even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. It could still wipe out the Xuan Ming Sect with ease.
In Yan Shaozhe's eyes, the Xuan Ming Sect had been blessed for generations just to get the chance to ally with Shrek.
Yan Shaozhe looked toward Dai Yueheng. He was the only one who hadn't responded yet. Bei Bei belonged to Shrek, and his presence here was also a courtesy